Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Wychodz? ze mnie wszystkie niepokoje, rozsypuj? si? na pod?odze jego garderoby.

I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us. At the very least, by the time we leave, we know we will have seen it

Don't judge a man till you've walked a mile in his shoes.

I'm still here, and I'm grateful, because otherwise I would be missing this. Sometimes it's good to be awake. "So not today," I sing. "Because she smiled at me.

Every book I read and every movies I watched seems to give out the same message: high school is the worst experience you can ever have.

Now she's gone and not just for a few days but forever. How can something so final happen in an instant? No preparation. No warning. No chance to do all the things you planned to do. No chance to say goodbye.

But if a human was to avoid all life-threatening diseases and infections and accidents, he—or she—should live to be a hundred and fifteen.

You don't dress to please a girl—especially not a girl like that. You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.

Acabou o inverno. Finch, você me trouxe a primavera.

Spontaneous dance party!

I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257-foot bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you're standing next to the right person

This time I join him, and our voices drift together across the sleeping town. When

I open my eyes and sit straight up , gasping, filling my lungs. I'm happy no one's here to see me, because I'm sputtering and splashing and coughing up water. There's no rush of having survived, only emptiness, and lungs that need air, and wet sticking hair to my face

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do... All because she smiled at me. But it was a damn good smile. A genuine one, which is hard to come by these days. Especially when you're me.

Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

elegance and euphoria

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do... All because she smiled at me. But it was a damn good one. A genuine one, which is hard to come by these days.

I feel the hollow in my heart that's been there ever since my mom died. Loss does that, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

I feel high and excited, like I just ran into a burning building and saved lives, like I'm some sort of hero. But then a voice in me says, You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself. *

Worthless, stupid. THese are the words that I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless, stupid...

It's like my brain is firing so fast that it can't keep up with itself. Words. Colors. Sounds. Sometimes everything else fades into the background and all I'm left with is sound. I can hear everything, but not just hear it—I can feel it too. But then it can come on all at once—the sounds turn into light, and the light goes too bright, and it's like it's slicing me in two

It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

I am still awake

Minha irmã morreu de leucemia e vocês tinham que ver as flores e a empatia. - Ela levanta as mãos e, mesmo do outro lado da mesa, consigo ver as cicatrizes. - Mas quando eu quase morri, ninguém mandou flores. Fui considerada egoísta e louca por desperdiçar minha vida sendo que a da minha irmã tinha sido tirada. [...] - Não me entendam mal, prefiro estar aqui a estar morto, mas às vezes sinto que tudo que fazia de mim quem eu era foi embora.