506 Quotes by Jandy Nelson

He was the kind of man who walks into a room and all the walls fall down.

All that matters is the worlds I can make, not this toilet-licking one I have to live in.

In the middle of all this tragedy, you’re growing up, sweet pie, and that is such a wonderful thing.

Nor that he’s regarding my face with the same intensity I am his. We’re two paintings staring at each other across a room.

A painting is both exactly the same and entirely different every single time you look at it.

It occurs to me with rising concern that a blow-in can also blow away.

Her careless beauty so huge it had to walk a few paces ahead of her, announcing itself.

His soul might be a sun. I’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.

I look up at the shining silvery coin of a moon rolling around in the sky and think I might be seeing the miracles.