Jennifer Brown Quotes & Sayings

I sat back and looked at it. It was ugly, dark, uncontrolled. Like a monster's face. Or maybe what I saw there was my own face. I couldn't quite tell. Was the face the image of something evil or the image of myself?
"Both," Bea muttered, as if I'd spoken my question out loud. "Of course, it's both. But it shouldn't be. Goodness, no. — Jennifer Brown

At Garvin High we were dealt a hard dose of reality this year. People hate. That's our reality. People hate and are hated and carry grudges and want punishments ... I don't know if it's possible to take hate away from people. Not even people like us, who've seen firsthand what hate can do. We're all hurting. We're all going to be hurting for a long time. And we, probably more than anyone else out there, will be searching for a new reality every day. A better one ... But in order to change reality you have to be willing to listen and to learn. And to hear. To actually hear. — Jennifer Brown

I like that hot air balloon.' I pointed to the ceiling where an antique looking wooden hot air balloon hung.
'Yeah, I like it too. Partly because it's cool looking, but also partly because of the irony. It weighs a ton. In this office, anything can fly. No matter what is weighing it down. Even wooden balloons. Cool, huh? — Jennifer Brown

You may not have pulled the trigger, but you helped cause the tragedy. — Jennifer Brown

People do it all the time
assume that they "know" what's going on in someone else's head. That's impossible. And to think it's possible is a mistake. A really big mistake. A life-ruining one if you're not careful. — Jennifer Brown

Just concentrate on being in the moment", he said. "Don't read into things. See what's really there ok? — Jennifer Brown

But it was too much. All of it was too much. I didn't know what I was feeling, but I knew I needed some time alone, some space to think about everything. — Jennifer Brown

That's how my brain felt. Like I was shoving odd puzzle pieces together. — Jennifer Brown

It was kind of weird because eventually they were all so busy hating each other, they forgot about hating me. — Jennifer Brown

Oh, hell no, Romeo. — Jennifer Brown

Because I love you. And I hurt you. I hurt the person I love most in the world, and i will never forgive myself. — Jennifer Brown

I couldn't make my pencil scratch out the lines of Britni/Brenna's face. Couldn't make it curve into the contours of Dad's guilty eyes
his big secret blown up. Would he marry her? Would they have children together? I couldn't make myself imagine Dad holding some creamy-faced baby, cooing down at it, telling it he loved it. Taking it to baseball games. Living some life he'd probably consider his "real life," the one he deserved rather than the one he got. — Jennifer Brown

People hate. That's our reality. — Jennifer Brown

Sometimes you've gotta humor the old people. — Jennifer Brown

I was both the monster and the sad girl. I couldn't separate the two. — Jennifer Brown

It's okay for someone to let you win sometimes, you know,' he said, getting all serious. 'We don't always have to be the losers, Valerie. They may want to make us feel that way, but we're not. Sometimes we get to win, too. — Jennifer Brown

I'd called Marin a nuisance, had made her feel unwelcome and unwanted, the same way I was feeling now. Not being wanted was the loneliest feeling in the world, it seemed, and if I could have had one more moment with Marin, I would have been sure to tell her I didn't mean it. She wasn't a pest. I loved her. She was wanted. More than she could ever know. — Jennifer Brown

I've been thinking a lot about the word "everything." Whenever something horrible happens, you hear people say they "lost everything." They lost their house or their car or their stuff or whatever, and to them it feels like everything. But they have no idea what it's like to lose everything. I thought I knew, but now I realize even I haven't lost everything, because I still have that polka-dot swimsuit in my memory. I still have those ice cream nights and the scorpion that scared Marin and the Barking Bulldogs sweatshirt and the robins-egg-blue nail polish. Somehow having those things makes the other things matter less.
I'm wondering if it's even possible to lose "everything" or if you just have to keep redefining what "everything" is. — Jennifer Brown

Why shouldn't Mom trust me, Dad" Why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy all the time?" I stared at the side of his face, willing him to make eye contact. He didn't. "I've been doing really good late and you don't even care."
"Yet you still managed to get into trouble tonight," he said.
"You have no idea what happened tonight," I said, my voice ratcheting up a notch. "All you know is that, because I was involved, I'm somehow guilty of something. You could at least pretend to care, you know. You could at least try to understand."
Dad gave a sardonic little laugh. "I'll tell you what I understand," he said. "I understand that when you're left to your own devices you get into trouble, that's what I understand. I understand I was trying to have a happy, restful evening with Briley and once again you screwed it up. — Jennifer Brown

Time's never up", she whispered, not looking at me, but at my canvas. "Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing. Of course there is. — Jennifer Brown

It was one thing to lose the people you love. That happens to everybody. But it was another thing to lose them because you just ... faded away.
I didn't want to fade away. — Jennifer Brown

Being pretty isn't everything but sometimes being ugly is. — Jennifer Brown

Life isn't fair. A fair's a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the ferris wheel. — Jennifer Brown

Will you ever forgive me? " I shot back, leveling my gaze directly into his eyes.
He stared into them for a few moments and then got up silently and headed for the door. He didn't turn around when he reached it. Just grabbed the doorknob and held it.
"No," he said, without facing me. "Maybe it makes me a bad parent, but I don't know if I can. No matter what the police found, you were involved in that shooting, Valerie. You wrote those names on that list. You wrote my name on that list. You had a good life here. You may not have pulled the trigger, but you helped cause the tragedy."
Hate List — Jennifer Brown

Getting on with her life is important. But right now it may be more important to put the feelings out there, deal with them, and find a way to be okay with all that's happened. — Jennifer Brown

It'd felt good to be part of an "us," with the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same miseries. — Jennifer Brown

It was one of the constants of life. You are born, you die, you stand up when the bus doors open. — Jennifer Brown

His eyes, searching deep into mine, felt like danger and safety all rolled into one. — Jennifer Brown

We all got to be winners sometimes. But what he didn't understand was that we all had to be losers, too. Because you can't have one without the other. — Jennifer Brown

People talked. Let them talk. Nothing I could do to stop them. They knew the thousand words, but they didn't know the rest of the story. — Jennifer Brown

I didn't say anything at all, because somehow saying nothing seemed more humane than giving him all these reassurances. — Jennifer Brown

Why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy all the time?" I stared at the side of his face, willing him to make eye contact. He didn't. "I've been doing really good lately and you don't even care. — Jennifer Brown

He sat on the edge of my bed. He didn't say anything at first, just stared at my toenails. I curled them under instinctively and immediately was worried that I'd messed up my painting job. I let them uncurl. Only one was marred. I used my thumb to rub most of the polish off of it and then I stared at my foot, which suddenly looked so vulnerable and imperfect with the one toe ringed in hot pink polish but bare on the inside of the nail. Like I'd started but had forgotten to finish being beautiful. — Jennifer Brown

I realized that the worst part of someone you love dying suddenly isn't the saying good-bye part. It's the part where you hope you said and did enough good stuff to make up for the bad stuff. It's the part where there are no second chances, no going back, no more opportunities to tell them how you feel about them. — Jennifer Brown

Welcome to the Midwest, Mom used to say. Where the weather keeps you guessing and you're almost always sure to hate it. — Jennifer Brown

You can get past a mistake, but it's much harder to get past being a cruel person. — Jennifer Brown

It'll be tough, you're going to have face a lot of dragons. — Jennifer Brown

We drove on in silence, Dad shaking his head in disgust every few minutes. I stared at him, wondering how it was we got to this place. How the same man who held his infant daughter and kissed her tiny face could one day be so determined to shut her out of his life, out of his heart. How, even when she reacyhed out to him in distress - Please, Dad, come get me, come save me - all he could do was accuse her. How that same daughter could look at him and feel nothing but contempt and blame and resentment, because that's all that radiated off of him for so many years and it had become contagious. — Jennifer Brown

Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing. — Jennifer Brown

Growing up, we were taught over and over again what steps to take in case of an approaching tornado. Listen for sirens, go to your basement or cellar, or a closet in the center of your house, duck and cover, wait it out. We had drills twice a year, every year, in school. We talked about it in class. We talked about it at home. The newscasters reminded us. We went to the basement. We practiced, practiced, practiced.
But we'd never - not once - discussed what to do after. — Jennifer Brown

One's my favorite number. The word won being the past tense of win, and we can all say at the end of the day that we won once again, can't we? Some days making it to the end of the day is quite a victory. — Jennifer Brown

Some days making it to the end of the day is quite the victory.
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Sometimes even stuff you expect to happen can still hurt — Jennifer Brown

She's probably afraid you'll turn out like her and be married to someone you can't stand. — Jennifer Brown

Mr.Kline was standing his ground, his arms outstretched in front of a small group of kids. He was red faced an appeared sweaty or maybe just covered with tears. I ran to catch up with them. — Jennifer Brown

Nobody was coming to rescue me. Nobody was going to keep me safe. It was all up to me now. — Jennifer Brown

I didn't answer. Just shook my head and let the tears roll.
"I just want it to go away. I just want all the drama to stop. Nobody would believe me anyway," I whispered. "Nobody would care. — Jennifer Brown

It seemed like way too much work, cleaning up my grief. — Jennifer Brown

All I could really think was how much I wanted to sleep. How much I wanted to be in a different world other than the one I was in. — Jennifer Brown

I saw everyone, a shifting sea of discomfort and sadness, each person carrying his own pain, each telling her own stories, no story more or less tragic or triumphant than any other. — Jennifer Brown

I don't know if it's possible to take hate away from people. Not even people like us, who've seen firsthand what hate can do. We're all hurting. We're all going to be hurting for a long time. And we, probably more than anyone else out there, will be searching for a new reality every day. A better one. — Jennifer Brown

Because who you are is supposed to be the easiest question in the world answer, right? — Jennifer Brown

Sometimes, in my world where parents hated one another and school was a battleground, it sucked to be me. — Jennifer Brown

I'd spend about an hour, my room darkening around me, wondering what the hell happened to make me so unsure of who I even was. Because who you are is supposed to be the easiest question in the world to answer, right? Only for me it hadn't been easy for a very long time. — Jennifer Brown

I understand that it would be easier for you to think of him as a hero. But, Valerie, he did kill a lot of kids. Probably not a lot of people are going to think of him as a hero. — Jennifer Brown

A picture's worth a thousands words but they don't tell the whole story. — Jennifer Brown

We didn't know ... the reality of who those people were. — Jennifer Brown

But now the other half of "us" was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I'd be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again. — Jennifer Brown

At one time it really felt like forever might happen for us. — Jennifer Brown

His fingers gouged into my leg harder. "My sister was in that cafeteria," he said. "She saw her friends die, thanks to you and that puke boyfriend of yours. She still has nightmares about it. He got what he deserved, but you got a free pass. That ain't right. You should've died that day, Sister Death. Everyone wishes you would have. Look around. Where is Jessica, if she wants you here so bad? Even the friends you came here with don't want to be with you."
"Let go of me," I said again, pulling on his fingers. But he only pinched tighter.
"Your boyfriend isn't the only one who can get his hands on a gun," he said. Slowly he eased himself up to standing again. He reached into the waistband of his jeans and pulled out something small and dark. He pointed it at me, and when the moonlight hit it, I gasped and pressed myself against the barn wall. — Jennifer Brown

But would that be enough? Because at the moment it felt like it could never be enough. People needed more than a place to stay, more than a porch to sleep on. They needed a home, right? They needed love. — Jennifer Brown

That you love him so much the idea of losing him hurts just as immediately and fully as if you'd already lost him? — Jennifer Brown

What could he say about a future to those parents who couldn't let go of the past, who could do nothing but watch their hopes for their children's futures fade away, their children gone for more than a year now and never coming back? What could he say to the rest of us, so marred by what happened within those hallowed halls of education we knew and once loved? There would be no sweet memories
those would be forever eclipsed. — Jennifer Brown

I had so much going on in my heart, and it didn't often go together or make sense or even stay the same from moment to moment. How did I speak from a heart that didn't undersand itself? — Jennifer Brown

I thought everything I knew about you might have been a lie, but since meeting him and your parents, I've realized that the parts of you I knew weren't untrue; they were only part-truths. There were lots of things about you that I didn't know, and learning those things has actually been comforting in a way. They make me feel closer to you. And I can see that actually there's one real truth, and that is you loved me enough to do anything it took to protect me. I think that's something I've known my whole life. I'm thankful for it. — Jennifer Brown