Quotes from Jennifer Niven

He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

I thought I could wait, but I can't. Sorry.

I feel homesick for this London I left behind.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.

I think of something my mom used to say, about how as scary as it is to go after dreams, it's even scarier not to.

Last night is like a puzzle—only not put together: all the pieces are scattered everywhere and some are missing. I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

Sometimes in the darkest places, we find the brightest light.

The thing about eating is that there are so many other more interesting things to do. I feel the same way about sleeping. Complete wastes of time.

You made me feel gold,flowing too.I love you.Ultraviolet Remarkey-able.

As for the rest of you, remember this: YOU ARE WANTED. Big, small, tall, short, pretty, plain, friendly, shy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, not even yourself. Especially yourself.

I'm right here. We're right here. I can't tell you what the point of this is except that I'm so fucking happy I met you, and I can't tell you what's going to happen... But I do know that right now, in this moment, on this island, I'm where I'm supposed to be, and that's with you.

Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.

There's this feeling you get when you write a really good, true sentence or paragraph or scene, and it makes you feel invincible, as if you can do anything. It feels like a superpower, and in that moment no one can touch you. You're the best there is. That's how you make me feel, Jeremiah Crew. Like I'm the best there is.

I say, "I love you." She says, "I love you too." And then she laughs. "It's kind of crazy. I mean you ." "I know. What the hell?" She covers her mouth with one hand, but her eyes are shining. I'm thinking about a field of grass on a summer day. I'm thinking about the sun and being warmed from the inside and warmed from the outside. I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I'm home.

I feel the way his hand,warm and firm,fits around mine.He may keep changing,but that never does.

If you walk away, don't come back. You don't get to do that and come back.

I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and 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....Let's go. Let's count for something. Let's get off that ledge.

Suicide victim' is an interesting term. The victim part of it implies they had no choice. And maybe Finch didn't feel like he had a choice...

FINCH : Day 75 "The cadence of suffering has begun."-Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

Better to be the hunter than the hunted. Even if you're hunting yourself.

Or we can make out.

You make me happy... You make me special... You make me lovely...

I should mention that I am a brilliant deflector. So brilliant that I could get a full scholarship to college and major in it, except why bother? I've already mastered the art.

I think of my own epitaph, still to be written, and all the places I'll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me." -Violet