Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'...
He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked.- "Nothing" he said.- "Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful peopl...
I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.
I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
What a slut time is. She screws with everybody.
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.
Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something.Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book.OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.
Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.
How wil we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in a back corner of, the endless maze and t...
Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.
Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five abo...
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves. Easy enough to say when you’re a Roman nobleman (or Shakespeare!), but there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.
When was the last good kiss you had?
We have a bad habit of seeing books as sort of cheaply made movies where the words do nothing but create visual narratives in our heads.
The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.
Thank you for letting me hijack your wish', I said.'Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa, he said.
If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.