I know it's a bit self-aggrandizing.Hey, you're stealing my eulogy, Isaac said. My first bit is about how you were a self-aggrandizing bastard.
I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.
I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.
I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you.
I don't mind worriers, I said. Worrying is the correct worldview. Life is worrisome.
I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.
I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.
I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.
I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothingromantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilegeof being responsible for another.
I am never going to get better at being a good person. I am always going to be the blood and shit of things.
How are the eyes?Oh, excellent, he said. I mean, they’re not in my head is the only problem.Awesome, yeah, Gus said. Not to one-up you or anything, but my body is made out of cancer.So I heard, Isaac...
Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou
Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime...
For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.
Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.
Estou apaixonado por ti e sei que o amor é apenas um grito no vazio e que o esquecimento é inevitável e que estamos todos condenados e que chegará o dia em que todo o nosso esforço será devolvido ao p...
Doing stuff never feels as good as you hope it will feel.
As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.
And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?
All hurt is brain hurt.