Top 100 Jandy Nelson Quotes
#2. 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.
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#3. Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.
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#4. Big's voice trumpets, as if from stage or pulpit; his words carry weight, even pass the salt comes out of his mouth in a thou-shalt-Ten-Commandments kind of way.
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#5. To be clear: More than anything, I wish I hadn't gone into that closet with Brian. But their story wasn't over that night.
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#6. I love you," I say to him, but it only comes out, "Hey"
"So damn much," he says back, it only comes out, "Dude
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#7. When twins are seperated, their spirits steal away to find the other
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#8. So can I take pictures of you sometime? ... Not here. Not like this. At this abandoned building I just discovered by the beach. At sunset. I have an idea.' He peeks around the side of the camera. 'And not with your clothes on. Only fair.' His eyes are bright as the devil's. 'Say yes.
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#9. And there are horses galloping inside her. I can hear them.
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#10. If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.
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#11. He was the kind of man who walks into a room and all the walls fall down.
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#12. Hanging out with her is like sitting in an empty church. That's why I like her.
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#13. I, however, am a different story. I have not taught in years. I will not. Probably not ever again.
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#15. When people fall in love, they burst into flames.
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#16. 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.
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#17. I am insanely superstitious. All the woman in my family are, beginning with my grandmother, who would leave red ribbons under the beds and taught us how to find four-leaf clovers.
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#18. I've chickened out. Because what if he says no? What if he says yes? What if he bludgeons me with a chisel? What if the English guy is there? What if he isn't? What if he bludgeons me with a chisel? What if my m other breaks stone as easily as clay? What if this rash on my arm is leprosy? Etc.
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#19. She mesmerized lecture halls of students with her drama and passion, with ideas critics called daring and groundbreaking.
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#20. I don't know how this can be but it can: A painting is both exactly the same and entirely different every single time you look at it. That's the way it is between Jude and me now.
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#22. Wear only oversized hoodies, oversized jeans, and sneakers. Stay quiet.
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#23. And it's just dawned on me that I might be the author of my own story, but so is everyone else the author of their own stories, and sometimes, like now, there's no overlap.
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#24. Every picture taken of you reduces your spirit and shortens your life
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#25. There's nothing giggly about Heather usually. She's the opposite; hanging out with her is like sitting in an empty church. That's why I like her. She's quiet and serious and a thousand years old and seems like she can talk to the wind.
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#26. Are you an artist?"
"I'm a mess is what I am," he says, holding on to the building for support. "A bloody mess. You 're the artist, mate." Then he's gone.
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#27. I held on to his arm, which was belted securely around me, feeling safe because Dad was in charge and it was his hand that pulled the sun up each morning and down at night.
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#28. So much blood's rushing and gushing to my head it might blow straight off my neck.
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#29. Again and again his tongue returns to that space between his front teeth. I'll look at this tree instead.
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#30. All that matters is the worlds I can make, not this toilet-licking one I have to live in.
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#31. A comfortable quiet falls over us. Really comfortable, like we've lain on filthy floors corpselike together for several lifetimes now.
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#32. It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.
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#33. How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?
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#34. SELF PORTRAIT: Throwing Armfuls of Air into the Air
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#36. In the worlds I make, anything could happen.
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#37. Then our eyes meet and we both crack up like we're made of the same air.
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#38. English people are so not asshats! I'm going to move there. William Blake was English.
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#39. My heart's bigger than a blue whale's, which needs its own parking spot.
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#40. What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?
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#41. He's that guy: the lawless, solitary, hurricane-hearted one who wreaks havoc, blowing through towns, through girls, through his own tragic misunderstood life.
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#42. If a boy gives a girl an orange her love for him will multiply.
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#43. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.
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#44. It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
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#45. If Mom died, the sun would go out. Period.
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#46. I watch the vein in his neck pulse. I watch him convert oxygen to carbon dioxide. I watch him existing and existing and existing.
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#47. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.
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#48. What slumbers in the heart is what slumbers in the stone, understand?
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#50. I liked love safe between the covers of my novel.
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#51. I want to thank him for not making me say a word, and getting it all the same, but I just remain silent as the sun pours heat and light, as if from a pitcher, all over our bewildered heads.
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#52. He was so alone in that story. I breathe him in, all cocooned up in the place he dreams, tenderness crushing into me. And I understand why he shut down like that. Of course I do.
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#53. I watch him throw his head back in supreme happiness, like he's hearing that he gets to choose the colors for all the sunsets from now on.
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#54. I love pizza, meaning: Even when I'm in the middle of eating pizza, I wish I were eating pizza.
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#55. See? Other mothers don't have their own private weather.
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#56. But then I think about my sister and what a shell-less turtle she was and how she wanted me to be one too. C'mon, Lennie, she used to say to me at least ten times a day. C'mon Len. And that makes me feel better, like it's her life rather than her death that is now teaching me how to be, who to be.
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#57. But the guilt didn't have much of a chance against the dawning realisation that I was falling in love. I had stared out the window at the early-morning fog, wondering for a moment if she had sent Joe to me so I would know that in the same world where she could die, this could happen.
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#58. I wait in the cold air where his body was.
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#59. It was right and wrong both. Love does as it undoes. It goes after, with equal tenacity, joy and heartbreak.
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#60. I know I'm smiling just to look at him. I know that what he just said is making something unfurl inside. I know that all around the porch, a thick curtain of fog hides us from the world.
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#61. I'd rather sit next to Brian for two hours in a dark theater than have a wall painting party with Jackson Pollock
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#62. I think if we don't stop kissing, the world is going to explode.
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#63. Telepathically, I tell her I'm sorry. I tell her I just can't confide in her right now, tell her the three feet between us feels like three light-years to me and I don't know how to bridge it.
Telepathically, she tells me back that I'm breaking her broken heart.
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#64. I want to put my hands on your chest. I want to be in a thimble with you.
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#65. There should be a horn or gong or something to wake God. Because I'd like to have a word with him. Three words actually: WHAT THE FUCK?!
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#66. Then he bestows the final commandment onto me: Thou shalt remake the world. This is something I would very much like to do, though no clue how carving a rock will achieve it.
- Jude Sweetwine
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#67. Okay, she says. Tress, stars, oceans, fine.
And the sun, Jude.
Oh all right. She says, Totally surprising me.
I'll give you the sun.
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#68. Sometimes, I'd see Sarah and her mom share a look across a room and I'd want to heave myself over like a table.
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#69. Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.
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#70. Then I enter the crawlspace deep inside me and shut the hatch. Because I'm not coming back out. Ever.
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#71. Any marked peculiarity in the face indicates a similar peculiarity of disposition
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#72. I find her and find her and find her but I can't find her.
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#73. I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.
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#74. You have to see miracles for there to be miracles
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#76. It occurs to me that Jude does this too, changes who she is depending on who she's with. They're like toads changing their skin color. How come I'm always just me?
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#77. They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.
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#78. What is bad for the heart is good for art. The terrible irony of our lives as artists.
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#80. Portrait: The Boy with All the Keys in the World with All the Locks
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#81. They are father and son, just not by blood. I didn't know that family members could just find each other, choose each other like they have. I love the idea. And I'd like to trade in Dad and Noah for these two.
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#82. No one tells you how gone gone really is, or how long it lasts.
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#84. I feel relaxed now, I mean supernaturally relaxed, like I'm left out butter.
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#85. Being with boys is more dangerous for me than killing a cricket or having a bird fly into the house.
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#86. 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?
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#87. No hot guy should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle.
Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.
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#88. Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.
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#89. ... so so lonely, like, I don't know, a day without birds or something.
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#90. I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.
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#91. And even as I'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.
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#92. He's the one. And some thoughts once thought are very hard to unthink.
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#93. My heart leaves, hitchhikes right out of my body, heads north, catches a ferry across the Bering Sea and plants itself in Siberia with the polar bears and ibex and long-horned goats until it turns into a teeny-tiny glacier.
Because I imagined it.
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#94. I love art, and it plays a huge role in my life. It's definitely one of my greatest joys, and I'm a bit fanatical about certain painters and poets and musicians and sculptors.
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#95. I feel way cool, like I'm wearing sunglasses even though I'm not.
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#96. I think the heart of every living thing on earth is beating in my body.
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#97. When I'm with him, there is someone with me in my house of grief, someone who knows its architecture as I do, who can walk with me, from room to sorrowful room, making the whole rambling structure of wind and emptiness not quite as scary, as lonely as it was before.
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#98. Waking through the front door of my own love story.
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#99. I feel a smile sweep across my face, remembering all the light showers, the dark showers, picking up rocks and finding spinning planets, days with thousands of pockets, grabbing moments like apples, hopping fences into forever.
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#100. Because how could he have done this?
How could he have chosen to leave me here all alone?
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