Top 450 Jennifer Niven Quotes (2026 Update)
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401. “Over my desk, I’ve got this enormous bulletin board, and on it I’ve tacked black-and-white photographs of writers at work.”

— Jennifer Niven

402. “Get out there and see your state. Go to museums and parks and historic sites. Get yourselves some culture so that when you do leave you can take it.”

— Jennifer Niven

403. “He writes Before I die I want to and draws a line. He writes it again. Then he writes it a dozen more times. “After we fill these up, we can keep going on the front of the building and down the other side. It’s a good way to figure out just why we’re here.”

— Jennifer Niven

404. “It’s only when you panic that you pull yourself under and sink.”

— Jennifer Niven

405. “Believe it or not, it’s actually beautiful to some people.”

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406. “I do it so it feels real.”

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407. “At times such as this, it becomes more important for art to survive.”

— Jennifer Niven

408. “No.” Bren is shaking her head so hard and fast, it looks as if she’s having a seizure. “You don’t dress to please a girl – especially not a girl like that. You dress to please yourself. If she doesn’t like you for you, then you don’t need her.”

— Jennifer Niven

409. “She and I have gotten to be kind of friendly, and that’s making me very, very happy. Like stupidly happy. Like so-happy-my-friends-can’t-stand-to-be-around-me happy.”

— Jennifer Niven

410. “He throws his arms out over his head, fists clenched, and shouts: ‘Open your eyes and look at me! I’m right bloody here!’ He shouts all the things he hates and wants to change until his voice is hoarse. Then he nods over at me. ‘Your turn.”

— Jennifer Niven

411. “Instead, I pull out my wallet and hand Mrs. Carnes a twenty, which is the smallest I have, and she counts off the books.”

— Jennifer Niven

412. “Suddenly I’m having one of those moments that you have after losing someone – when you feel as if you’ve been kicked in the stomach and all your breath is gone, and you might never get it back.”

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413. “His hand is firm and warm, and somehow, big as it is, it fits with mine.”

— Jennifer Niven

414. “Life is an accumulation of aches. They fill you up and take your breath away and you think you’ll never breathe again, but before you know it, you are just words on paper, gone quiet and asleep until someone finds those words and reads them.”

— Jennifer Niven

415. “He knows as well as I do what the Why is. It’s everything changing when I was ten. It’s the bullying and the fear. So much fear of everything, but mostly death. Sudden, out-of-the-blue death. It’s also me being terrified of life. It’s the giant emptiness in my chest. It’s touching my face or my skin and feeling nothing. This is the Why of me staying home in the first place. And the Why of me eating. And the Why of me ending up here. But that doesn’t mean I want to die.”

— Jennifer Niven

416. “I feel a lot of nothing.”

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417. “I say, ‘This is quite a room you have, Josh Raymond,’ I am trying to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside, and I do not need to stand here, an almost-eighteen-year-old with a really sexy girlfriend, even if she’s not allowed to see me anymore, and worry about the fact that my stepbrother seems to own thousands of Legos.”

— Jennifer Niven

418. “Trapped behind the wall I’ve built around myself, unable to move or breathe or do anything but keep building it up around me, brick by brick, fast as I can.”

— Jennifer Niven

419. “You know what I like about driving? The forward motion of it, the propulsion of it, like you might go anywhere.”

— Jennifer Niven

420. “Is this part of the geography project? Are you wandering the riverbed or just each other?”

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421. “Come on. Let me have it. Don’t disappear in there.′ I mean inside herself, where I’ll never get to her.”

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422. “I’m five minutes late to Russian literature, where Mrs. Mahone and her wig assign us a ten-page paper on The Brothers Karamazov.”

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423. “I didn’t know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way. So I guess there was no Great Manifesto after all, even though you made me believe there was.”

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424. “Every moment is meaningful.”

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425. “I wish my heart wouldn’t beat so fast.”

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426. “My hand feels cold without his.”

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427. “That’s how she used to feel before any of this happened – strong and sturdy, like she could withstand a tornado.”

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428. “Finch swims toward shore and comes walking toward me. I try not to stare at him, dripping wet and naked, so I watch the crane, the sky, anything but him.”

— Jennifer Niven

429. “Not here. Not now.”

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430. “Like most people in the Midwest, Embryo doesn’t believe in humor, especially when it pertains to sensitive subjects.”

— Jennifer Niven

431. “Often, mental and emotional illnesses go undiagnosed because the person suffering symptoms is too ashamed to speak up, or because their loved ones either fail to or choose not to recognize the signs.”

— Jennifer Niven

432. “Did you kids have fun?” she asks, and we know she’s hoping we’ll beg for permission to never go there again. Decca.”

— Jennifer Niven

433. “I like to think that the colors and sounds and words have nothing to do with him, that they’re all me and my own brilliant, complicated, buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, godlike brain” -Finch.”

— Jennifer Niven

434. “For now, why not write things down where no one will see it?”

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435. “The thing is, there are good days and bad days. I feel almost guilty saying they aren’t all bad.”

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436. “That’s another lie. That’s not even his real handwriting. There is nothing about this boy that is neat and careful.”

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437. “You never know what someone’s hiding. We all hide ourselves when we need to.”

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438. “If anybody could have saved me, it would have been you.”

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439. “It’s easy to give everyone what they want. What’s expected. The problem with doing this is you lose sight of where you truly begin and where the fake you, the one who tries to be everything to everyone, ends.”

— Jennifer Niven

440. “Maybe it isn’t the room that’s different. Maybe it’s me.”

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441. “It can get kind of nerve-racking when you realise how isolated you are from the actual world here. But all the scary stuff doesn’t really compare to getting lost in your own mind.”

— Jennifer Niven

442. “You can’t do this to me. You were the one who lectured me about living. You were the one who said I had to get out and see what was right in front of me and make the most of it and not wish my time away and find my mountain because my mountain was waiting, and all that adds up to life. But then you leave. You can’t just do that. Especially when you know what I went through losing Eleanor.”

— Jennifer Niven

443. “Because it always ends the same, right? You have a good time and they have a good time and everyone’s having fun, and then once the chase is over, suddenly they start chasing after someone else like you never existed. Besides, I like being me too much.”

— Jennifer Niven

444. “It takes many, many coats to cover the red. No matter what I do, it seeps right through, like the walls are bleeding.”

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445. “It’s funny how the bad things stay with you and the good things sometimes get lost.”

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446. “I want to get away from all these labels. ‘I’m OCD,’ ‘I’m depressed,’ ‘I’m a cutter,’ they say, like these are the things that define them.”

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447. “Everything has a built in ending.”

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448. “Why do some love stories have a shelf life and others last forever?”

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449. “There’s beauty in every story. And there’s a story in everything.”

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450. “You have you let the tears come,” she always says. “Because if you don’t, they’ll come out eventually – maybe not as tears, but as anger or something else.”

— Jennifer Niven