506 Quotes by Jandy Nelson

Moments pass, lots and lots of them, with us holding on, it feels like for dear life, or maybe holding on to dear life.

Jude is my favorite of all the saints,” he says. “Patron saint of lost causes. The saint to call on when all hope is gone. The one in charge of miracles.

I’ve never felt this relaxed in my life. I keep forgetting my body and then have to go back and get it.

I close my eyes and drown in color, open them and drown in light because billions and billions of buckets of light are being emtied on our heads from above. This is it. This is freaking everything. This is the painting painting itself.

It kicks the breath out of me, kicks bright light into me.

I understand. Not the circumstances, but the shame. I understand the quicksand of shame.

I think about how Mom told Noah it was his responsibility to be true to his heart. Neither of us has been. Why is it so hard? Why is it so hard to know what that truth is?

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That’s just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don’t get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

I’m having a hand problem. How come everyone else seems to know what to do with them? Pockets, I remember with relief, pockets, I love pockets!