506 Quotes by Jandy Nelson

Each new self standing on the last one’s shoulders until we’re these wobbly people poles?

Dad puts one hand on either side of the frame, filling the entire doorway, filling the Continental United States. How can I hate him and wish I were more like him at the same time?

But I don’t even care. I don’t even care that the sun’s going to burn out in a matter of years, ending all life on Earth, well, five billion years, but still, guess what? I don’t care. Well-being is a wonderful thing.

I wish the world would stick like a clock so I could look at him for as long as I want.

The sky’s gone blue: azure, the ocean bluer: cerulean, the trees are swirls of every hella freaking green on earth and bright thick eggy yellow is spilling over everything. Awesome. Doomsday’s most definitely been cancelled. Landscape: When God Paints Outside The Lines.

What happened between us has colonized every last brain cell. I can barely tie my shoelaces. I forgot how to chew this morning.

We are all broken. I mean, aren’t we now? I am. The whole wide world is.

Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.

Dusk splatters pink and orange across the sky, beginning its languorous summer stroll. I hear the river through the trees sounding like possibility –.