Quotes from Jennifer Niven

And even though I didn't know this exact moment existed, I wanted to be out here in the world to see it.

That's my lipstick on Ryan Cross's lips. Oh. My. God. I wish I had a photograph of my face in that exact instant so I could remember myself the way I used to be. That instant was the last good moment before everything turned bad and changed forever.

lovely is a lovely word that should be used more often

I can barely hear her because I am trapped in my mind and body, shivering and afraid. I suddenly feel like I have face blindness because no one looks familiar or nice, and my eyes are flying all over the gym, searching for help.

I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

Why should what i weigh affect other people? I mean, unless I'm sitting on them, who cares?

Let it out, all that stuff you're carrying around. You're pissed off at me, at your paretns, at life, at Eleanor. Come on. Let me have it. Don't disappear in there.

It is my job in life, apparently, to teach gawking, laughing girls lessons about kindness.

bedroom. I am wearing my Freud slippers, the fuzzy ones made to look like his face, and Target pajamas, the ones with the purple monkeys. This is the clothing equivalent of my happy place.

I don't say anything because I used to love words. I loved them and was good at arranging them. Because of this, I felt protective of all the best ones. But now all of them, good and bad, frustrate me.

Que vaya al Sol tu vista. Al viento tu soplo vital... Eres todos los colores en uno, con su máxima intensidad.

It takes me about twenty seconds to forget about the staring faces and all that shiny, pulled-back hair and which of the girls on the bleachers may or may not be a better dancer than I am and the fact that I'm twice as big as anyone in this room. After that first thirty seconds, I disappear into the song. I become one with the music, one with the dance.

books spread across the comforter. Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own—my words are gone.

Me: It's late. Finch: That depends on who you ask. See, I don't necessarily think it's late. I think it's early. Early in our lives. Early in the night. Early in the new year.

Whether you want to or not, now we'll always be a part of here.

I shout, "I would like to welcome you to my death!" You might expect me to say "life," having just woken up and all, but it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words 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 worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words…

He's carrying around things that I can never know about, just like I am, just like we all are. I'm not sure what these things of his are, but I can guess. Dusty's sensitive, he's honest. He's a little eccentric. He's almost certainly gay, but I doubt even he knows it. Like Libby, he's not going to pretend to be someone he's not, and he's not afraid to be different. But other kids won't always like that.

As you know, hairstyle and clothing can change on a daily basis. We've met a lady who identifies people by their wedding rings because this is an identifier that rarely changes…

Along those lines, accept any and all thoughts (don't be afraid of them no matter what they are).

I could sink like a stone into the earth and be swallowed whole by the weight of what happened here.

We've done "I love you more than' since we were ten, because we love each other beyond three words and needed to find a way to say it.

If that blue could stay forever; If that hole could remain forever; If this moment could stay forever... I feel myself shining in the dark... I am arrayed. I am prepared. This is the momentary pause; the dark moment. The fiddlers have lifted their bows.. This is my calling. This is my world. All is decided and ready... I am rooted, but I flow... 'Come' I say, 'Come.

Remember what Michelangelo said about the sculpture being inside the stone - it was there from the beginning, and his job was the bring it out. Violet mother