506 Quotes by Jandy Nelson

So Plato talked about these beings that used to exist that had four legs and four arms and two heads. They were totally self-contained and ecstatic and powerful. Too powerful, so Zeus cut them all in half and scattered all the halves around the world so that humans were doomed to forever look for their other half, the one who shared their very soul. Only the luckiest humans find their split-apart, you see.

Our eyes meet and hold, and the world starts to fall away, time does, years rolling up like rugs, until everything that’s happened unhappens, and for a moment, it’s us again, more one than two.

But then I think about my sister and what a shell-less turtle she was and how she wanted me to be one too. C’mon, Lennie, she used to say to me at least ten times a day. C’mon Len. And that makes me feel better, like it’s her life rather than her death that is now teaching me how to be, who to be.

He’s grinning now. “Also I think you’re really pretty and I’m incredibly shallow.

Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

Do not look so happy. I tell you ahead of time. All my students despise me.

The blindness lasts just a second, then the colors start flooding into me: not through my eyes but right through my skin, replacing blood and bone, muscle and sinew, until I am redorangebluegreenpurpleyellowredorangebluegreenpurpleyellow.

I find her and find her and find her but I can’t find her.

Thanks,′ I say, and the cloak of being fine that I wear with everyone else slips right off my shoulders.