Jandy Nelson Quotes about Heart

How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn.

How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives. 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?

Jandy Nelson

Dog, Believe, Heart

Jandy Nelson (2010). “The Sky Is Everywhere”, p.111, Penguin

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

Jandy Nelson

Heart, What If, Break

Jandy Nelson (2010). “The Sky Is Everywhere”, p.63, Penguin

Life’s a freaking mess… there’s not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It’s all a beautiful calamitous mess.

Jandy Nelson

Beautiful, Heart, Cacophony

Jandy Nelson (2010). “The Sky Is Everywhere”, p.156, Penguin

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

Jandy Nelson

Heart, What If, Break

Jandy Nelson (2010). “The Sky Is Everywhere”, p.63, Penguin

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.

Jandy Nelson

Heart, Soul, Sauce

Jandy Nelson (2010). “The Sky Is Everywhere”, p.165, Penguin

Life's a freaking mess. In fact, I'm going to tell Sarah we need to start a new philosophical movement: messessentialism instead of existentialism: For those who revel in the essential mess that is life. Because Gram's right, there's not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It's all a beautiful calamitous mess. It's like the day Mr. James took us into the woods and cried triumphantly, "That's it! That's it!" to the dizzying cacophony of soloing instruments trying to make music together. That is it.

Jandy Nelson

Beautiful, Philosophical, Heart

He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.

Jandy Nelson

Sexy, Heart, Kissing

Jandy Nelson (2010). “The Sky Is Everywhere”, p.72, Penguin