506 Quotes by Jandy Nelson

Male leads in love stories need to be devoted, need to chase trains, cross continents, give up fortunes and thrones, defy convention, face prosecution, take apart rooms and break the backs of angels, sketch the beloved all over the cement walls of their studios, build sculptures as homages. They don’t flirt shamelessly with the likes of me when they have Transylvanian girlfriends. What an effing jerk.

I’ve never once thought about the interpretative, the storytelling aspect of life, of my life. I always felt like I was in a story, yes, but not like I was the author of it, or like I had any say in its telling whatsoever. You can tell your story any way you damn well please. It’s your solo.

Until it’s not clear if he’s making the sculpture or if the sculpture is making him.

I’m filled with something I can only describe as recognition. Not because he looks familiar on the outside this time, but because he feels familiar on the inside.

I know from doing portraits that you have to look at someone a really long time to see what they’re covering up, to see their inside face, and when you do see it, and get it down, that’s the thing that makes people freak out about how much a drawing looks like them.

We exhale together, then inhale together, exhale, inhale, in and out, out and in, until not even the trees remember what happened in the woods yesterday, until Mom’s and Dad’s voices turn from mad to music, until we’re not only one age, but one complete and whole person.

I think you can sort of slip out of your life and it can be hard to find a way back in.

See? Other mothers don’t have their own private weather.

I can tell she’s crumpled up in a corner of herself, just like I do in emergencies. There’s a crawlspace in me that no one can get to, no matter what. I had no idea she had one too.