Jenny Downham Quotes

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important - his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

A fine silver rain, like cobwebs falling.

I used to believe that Dad could do anything, save me from anything. But he can't, he's just a man.

Should we say something?' Cal asks.
'Goodbye, bird?' I suggest.
He nods. 'Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.

You want some sweet and lovely things, Tessa, but be careful. Other people can't always give you what you want.

If you want a girl to like you, you have to listen like a woman and love like a man.

Parents don't know their children at all.
No one knows anyone, in fact.

I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.

She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.

We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.

Cal says, Do you want to see my Megazord? You'll have to come to my room because it's defending a city and if I move it, everyone will die.

Like a stone falling in a pond, circles and circles of love ripple through me.

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.

A glimpse of light reflected in his eyes. Stars shining there perhaps. Or the moon.

I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

I never plan a structure. I like surprises. I'm quite disciplined and sit at my desk every day and just write.

Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

Spring is a powerful spell.
The blue. The clouds high up and puffy. The air warmer than it's been for weeks.

I get a lot of letters, mostly from family members who have been affected by cancer rather than young people themselves. I reply to them all.

Alchemy, Dex called it, which was something to do with magic if you were French.

Keep breathing. Just keep doing it. It's easy. In and out.

Day after day it was as if someone had taken my life apart and polished every bit of it really carefully before putting it all back together.

And now he's down this for me. He's made me famous. He's put my name on the world.

Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

Humans are made from the nuclear ash of dead stars. He says that when I die, I'll return to dust, glitter, rain.

Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.

I don't think words reach people. Maybe nothing does

What happens if anger takes you over, Tessa? Who will you be then? What will be left of you?

Then she says, 'I love you.' Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.

I imagine horses in the engine, their manes flying, their breaths steaming, their nostrils flaring as they gallop.

Her skin tasted expensive.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.'
'No.'
'It might be important.'
'It might make her die.

I'd like to go home now,' she said softly. She hoped someone would show her the way.

She wishes she was old. She'd swap her life to be in a life that was nearly over, so long as she didn't have to be here.

Are you afraid, Tessa?

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

I don't want to be dead. I haven't been loved this way for long enough.

The light is heart-breaking.

Do you want this to be a love story?

Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.

Ill haunt you,' I tell him. 'But from inside. Every time you cough you'll think of me.

I want a magician with a cloak and wand, or a knight with a sword, someone fearless.

Number two on my list is simple. I must say yes to everything for one whole day. Whatever it is and whoever asks it of me.

When he isn't with me, I think ive made him up.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?
There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.

Dust Glitter Rain

We make patterns, we share moments.

I said I wouldn't leave her.

Don't pretend to care. I don't need you as an anesthetic.

If she planted a seed, she'd have to dig it back up and look at it every day to see if it was growing yet.

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

Adam will climb over the fence to steal me, maddened by my scent, by my roundness, the shine and health of me.

No, really. I free you.'
I don't want to be free.

She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.

I wish it was possible to smear cancer cells onto his arse.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.

Every few years we disappear, Zoey. All our cells are replaced by others. Not a single bit of me is the same as when I was last in this room.

I want you to be with me in the dark. To hold me. To keep loving me. To help me when I get scared. To come right to the edge and see what's there.

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

I've been told there are five stages of grief, and if that's true, then he's stuck in stage one; denial.

Funny how when life was that simple, you never really realized how lucky you were.

Hold my hand. Don't let go.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

Adam blows smoke at the town below. Says, 'Anything could be happening down there, but up here you just wouldn't know it.

Why do I feel like you're not on my side anymore? Please don't give up on me.

We'll kill him on the green with a five iron.