Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Positive ones go on the wall, negative on the floor over there. He points to this heap of paper. It's important to get those down but they don't need to stick around after you do

I'm not ready." These are the three magic words. I've discovered they can get you out of almost anything.

It's hard to describe, but I imagine the way I am at this moment is a lot like getting sucked into a vortex. Everything dark and churning, but slow churning instead of fast, and this great weight pulling you down, like it's attached to your feet even if you can't see it. I think, This is what it must be feel like to be trapped in quicksand.

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...

There was nothing to make him last a long time.

It's all just time filler until we die.

Yesterday at this time, I didn't even know her.

There aren't many people who would say this about me, but the great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

There's a built-in ending to everything in the world, right?

As she rattles on, about Violet, about Gemma Sterling, about the Bartlett Dirt, I don't say anything else. I suddenly don't want Bren or Charlie to talk about Violet, because I want to keep her to myself, like the Christmas I was eight—back when Christmases were still good—and got my first guitar, which I named No Trespassing, as in no one could touch it but me.

When you're looking back, you can't look forward. And sometimes you run smack into something and hit your head.

I am broken and no one can fix it

On my bed, I sit down and flip through the cut-up books one by one, reading all the cut-up passages.

The happy times went away for a while, but they're coming back

It's exhausting, constantly having to search for the people you love.

these kids who never did anything to anyone except be born with different brains and different wiring

I love the world that is my room.

Over my desk, I've got this enormous bulletin board, and on it I've tacked black-and-white photographs of writers at work.

I'm not a vain person, but I am human...

Maybe it's better that she's locked away from the rest of the world. Maybe she's not cut out to live like other people with other people. Maybe she belongs in that house forever.

Sometimes feel true to us even if they are not.

Guys like Ryan Cross have a way of reminding you who you are, even when you don't want to remember.

when life suddenly changes and you're left picking up the pieces. She says it's actually how you pick up the pieces that defines you.

This is the single loveliest thing anyone's ever done for me. It's movie lovely. It feels somehow epic and fragile, and I wand the night to last forever, and knowing it can't already has me sad.