506 Quotes by Jandy Nelson

How can you judge a fella until you picnic with him?” She opens her arms as if to embrace the whole world. “Pack a basket, pick a spot, and go. Simple as that.

But then sometimes you make a catastrophic mistake, you think I am going to kill myself because the sculpture is ruined, but in the end it come out more incredible than had you not made the mistake. This is why I love the rocks. When I sculpt with clay, it feel like cheating. It is too easy. It has no will of its own. The rocks are formidable. They stand up to you. It is a fair fight. Sometimes you win. Sometimes they win. Sometimes when they win, you win.

She’s a people-mechanic and always knows when I’m malfunctioning.

He had a mad desire to draw, to kiss the boy next door,, to peel the blue off the sky, to be the blue in the sky.

If a boy gives a girl an orange her love for him will multiply.

If only the heart listen to reason, right?

His laugh cartwheels across the room.

I don’t believe time heals. I don’t want it to. If I heal, doesn’t that mean I’ve accepted the world without her?

I gasp, because Isn’t that just exactly what I’ve been doing too: writing poems and scattering them to the winds with the same hope as Gram that someone, someday, somewhere might understand who I am, who my sister was, and what happened to us.