I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

I don't have a favourite book, I have hundreds.

Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.

March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence

Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.

Some people have lives; some people have music.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?

Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.

Need is never a good basis for any relationship.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.

Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.

Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.

I know what happens a the end of falling-landing.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

Life works best when we think of people as people.

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

I try to live life so that I can live with myself.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

moms aren’t the best audience for medication humor.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

Your friendship with her-it sleeps with the fishes.

Nerd life is just so much better than regular life.

I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for.

She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.

We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.

I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.

The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus.

Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,” I said.

Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa.

I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.

Nothing really ever happens like you imagine it will.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.

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