The Sky Is Everywhere Quotes

"I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me."

"I’m enjoying the warmth that has settled over me."

"He looks around. 'Perfect spot for a gingerbread house or maybe an opium den.'"

"I don’t get it. It’s like you’re sleep-playing or something."

"How will we do this? Day after day after day without her…"

"Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't. I have grey eyes to her green, an oval face to her heart-shaped one, I'm shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer. All we shared is a madhouse of curls that I imprison in a ponytail while she lets hers rave like madness around her head."

"Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us Grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping Grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out"

"I’d been making decisions for days. I picked out the dress Bailey would wear forever— a black slinky one—inappropriate—that she loved. I chose a sweater to go over it, earrings, bracelet, necklace, her most beloved strappy sandals. I collected her make-up to give to the funeral director with a recent photo— I thought it would be me that would dress her; I didn't think a strange man should see her naked touch her body shave her legs apply her lipstick but that's what happened all the same."

"When I'm with him, there is someone with me in my house of grief, someone who knows its architecture as I do, who can walk with me, from room to sorrowful room, making the whole rambling structure of wind and emptiness not quiet as scary, as lonely as it was before."

"I’ve never met anyone as heartbroken as JL, I want to make her feel better, want to be around her all the time, it’s crazy, it’s like she’s on full blast, and everyone else is just on mute."

"I think if we don’t stop kissing, the world is going to explode."

"Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris."

"I do," I tell him, "but I didn’t bring my instrument."

"I think your room is giving me new insight into Joe Fontaine aka freaking madman."

"I just want to lie here forever and think about him."

"This morning, for the first time, Bailey wasn’t my first thought on waking and it had made me feel guilty."

"Would you look at her. We’ve got to cut down those damn rosebushes."

"There is not much Gram takes more seriously than proper pruning."

"I follow the proof-is-in-the-pudding scientific method: Please examine the empirical evidence in this bed."

"No one is worse than you, you’re the town swain."

"How can something this momentous be happening to me without her?"

"I don’t care that she was keeping things from me – I want to tell her absolutely everything."

"In the middle of all this tragedy, you’re growing up, sweet pea, and that is such a wonderful thing."

"If you don’t live it, it can’t come out of your horn."

"I’ve never heard anyone talk about a guy like this."

"I am mad at you, but I’m not allowed to be, you know?"

"It doesn’t seem right that anything good should come out of Bailey’s death."

"I didn’t know love felt like this, like turning into brightness."

"Just looking into your eyes… I’ve never felt anything like this."

"Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground."

"Without the harbor and mayhem of Toby’s arms, the sublime distraction of Joe’s, there’s only me."

"Me, like a small seashell with the loneliness of the whole ocean roaring invisibly within."

"You can tell your story any way you damn well please. It’s your solo."

"Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn’t know dreams could hide inside a person."

"Maybe what my sister wanted was to stay here and get married and have a family. Maybe that was her color of extraordinary."

"I’ve never once thought about the interpretative, the storytelling aspect of life, of my life."

"Anyone who’s read a novel or walked down the street or stepped through the front door of my house knows that people are all kinds of weird, especially my people."

"Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love, the word life even fit in the mouth?"

"The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air."

"Sometimes you just have to soldier through in your own private messy way."

"I’ve been living in a dream world, totally brainwashed by Gram. My mother’s freaking nuts, and I am too, because what kind of ignoramus swallows such a cockamamie story?"

"Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath."

"All I can do is love her and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy."

"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."

"Grief and love are conjoined, you don’t get one without the other."

"I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That’s just how it is."

"I don’t know who I am," I say, sitting down. "I can’t be who I was, not without her, and who I’m becoming is a total screw-up."

"You act like you’re the only one in this house who has lost somebody."

"It’s not your fault," I say, with a certainty in my voice I’ve never heard before. "It never was, Gram. She left. She didn’t come back – her choice, not yours, no matter what you said to her."

"My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life."