Divyanshi Dash

“Still, she was crazy about these two flickering men and wanted to be just like them with someone, except alive and not mute, though perhaps they spoke ghost-language to each other, and she couldn't hear it. She also loved their best friend, an older female ghost who wore men's clothes and ran barefoot through the vineyards, her red hair spun with flowers and bil- lowing behind her like a red river of fresh blooms.

"Hey guys," she called out to the floating men. "Do you know anything about angels?" But of course she got no answer. They were mid-kiss, midair, entwined and enraptured as always.

Their eternity was only each other.”
― Jandy Nelson, When the World Tips Over

“Sometimes I try to think of a future without him, but it's like trying to imagine a new colour.”
― Annie Lord, Notes on Heartbreak

“I'm going to really miss missing him, I think. I wish I didn't have to forget how great he was in order to feel OK about what's happened. I wish he wasn't a 'was' but an 'is'. I wish he didn't have to be caged up in the past tense.”
― Annie Lord, Notes on Heartbreak

“She wanted to hold his hand, like they had secretly for years under tables. She wanted to remind him how she used to braid their hair into a single braid so they could pretend they were one person.”
― Jandy Nelson, When the World Tips Over