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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 81bc400 | But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley | John Green | ||
| 2f682e5 | And I can't help but feel that Whitman, for all his blustering beauty, might have been just a bit too optimistic. We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass -- but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become one another. | John Green | ||
| 361c4ea | I know what happens a the end of falling-landing | landing love true | John Green | |
| 54b52b8 | I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten. | forgotten memory remembering | John Green | |
| 99c5332 | I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice. | John Green | ||
| 2fc6598 | The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. a | John Green | ||
| 8b55569 | What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding in an hour. | philosophical realization | John Green | |
| 0d34086 | The beers all broke," he says again, and nods toward the split-open cooler, gallons of foaming liquid pouring out from inside it. We try to call Ben buy he can't hear us because he's to busy screaming, "IT'S GONNA BLOW!" as he races acrossthe field. His graduation robe flies up in the gray dawn, his bony bare ass esposed." | John Green | ||
| c6d90ef | Because you're my friend, wingnut. | gideon | John Green | |
| 2eb47c3 | You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is. | John Green | ||
| ec0fc05 | How about I call you when I finish this?" "But you don't even have my phone number," he said. "I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book." He broke out into that goofy smile. "A nd you say we don't know each other." | John Green | ||
| 3e9e403 | Why are breakfast food breakfast foods?" I asked them. "Like, why don't we have curry for breakfast?" "Hazel, eat." "But why?" I asked. "I mean seriously: How did scrambled eggs get stuck with breakfast exclusivity? You can put bacon on a sandwich without anyone freaking out. But the moment your sandwich has an egg, boom, it's a breakfast sandwich." | John Green | ||
| d1ea006 | You don't give a shit if people like you. | paper-towns | John Green | |
| 7b53e01 | I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn't see it again, and it occured to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again. | dreams hazel-grace | John Green | |
| ef06e80 | There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this"--I gestured encompassingly--"will have been for naug.. | John Green | ||
| cae29d6 | You couldn't be more wrong," I said. "You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it." "You're a hard person to comfort," Augustus said. "Easy comfort isn't comforting," I said." | John Green | ||
| 5104436 | The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I memorized the populations,' he said. | John Green | ||
| 9bfedee | But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another. | John Green | ||
| f54667d | I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simplest pleasure of existence. | John Green | ||
| 3c3dd60 | There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn't want to joke around with you anymore, because she doesn't want to seem flirty, because she doesn't want you to think she likes you. It's such a disaster, whenever, in the course of human relationships, someone begins to chisel away at the wall of separation between frien.. | John Green | ||
| 1b0655f | What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. I do, Augustus. I do. | hurting love | John Green | |
| 051332b | 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. | John Green | ||
| 20d7915 | Dr. Singh told me once that if you have a perfectly tuned guitar and a perfectly tuned violin in the same room, and you pluck the D string of a guitar, then all the way across the room, the D string on the guitar will also vibrate. I could always feel my mother's vibrating strings. | John Green | ||
| f1eb4af | It's not about life or death, the labyrinth. | John Green | ||
| 824c2b0 | I guess I had a hamartia after all. | hamartia | John Green | |
| c87408c | O okurken uykuya dalar gibi asik oldum: Once yavas yavas sonra bir anda. | türkçe | John Green | |
| 634755f | Now i did think, The smoke will drive the bugs away. And, to some degree,it did. I'd be lying, though, if I claimed I became a smoker to ward off insects.I became a smoker because 1. I was on an Adirondack swing by myself, and 2. I had cigarettes, and 3.I figured that if everyone else could smoke a cigarette without coughing, I could damn well, too.In short, I didn't have a very good reason. So yeah, let's just say that 4.it was the bugs. I.. | nausea smoke smoker | John Green | |
| b865270 | She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." - Alaska" | John Green | ||
| 55d7eea | So Friday? Do you have plans for Friday?" And then I laughed, because the Colonel and I didn't have plans for this Friday, or for any other Friday for the rest of our lives." | John Green | ||
| 2939de4 | From the front Rdar announces, "Don't you go talking bad about GoFast bars. Do you want me to stop this car?" "Whenever I eat a GoFast bar," Ben says, "I'm always like, 'So this is what blood tastes like to mosquitoes." | paper-towns | John Green | |
| 2a6c424 | I was so tired of her getting upset for no reason. The way she would get sulky and make references to the freaking oppressive nature of tragedy or whatever but then never said what was wrong, never have any goddamned reason to be sad. And I just think you ought to have a reason. My girlfriend dumped me, so I'm sad. I got caught smoking, so I'm pissed off. My head hurts, so I'm cranky. She never had a reason, Pudge. I was just so tired of pu.. | John Green | ||
| 34623a7 | The whole passage was underlined in bleeding, water-soaked black ink. But there was another ink, this one a crisp blue, post-flood, and an arrow led from "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast." | John Green | ||
| 865a985 | Language buries, but does not resurrect. | John Green | ||
| 3c32d7f | That's why I like you... You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are. | John Green | ||
| 0e7982c | She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips. | Rosamunde Pilcher | ||
| 81786d5 | The greatest gift a parent can leave a child is that parent's own independence. | family-relationship family-saga family-values independence independent-woman | Rosamunde Pilcher | |
| 4274176 | ain't nobody up there still mad about anything. all is forgiven. They love you, came to help, know what mistakes they've made and what you did, too... but it's cool, now that they crossed over." He stood and walked over to the window to get some sunshine and to mentally breathe."I didn't understand it, never did until I saw it. They're in a better place; only want you to be safe and happy. That's it. that's all they want." | L.A. Banks | ||
| 0fb3c09 | Grocery shopping," Kira's gaze raked over him. "Well, honey, one thing about it, I don't think you have to worry about buying beef while you're out. It looks like you have plenty in residence as it is." | Lora Leigh | ||
| a20d35f | No" she jerked back, stared up at him. Her eyes were like thunderclouds. He'd never seen them like that. Shock and fear filled them. Her face was paper white. Her body shuddering. "Don't you leave me!" She gripped his shirt and tried to shake him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you leave Noah." His head lowered. He touched her lips with his and knew this woman held the best part of him. The memories of the husband he had been, the man .. | impossible-love leaving lora-leigh nathan-malone noah-blake sabella | Lora Leigh | |
| 5762486 | Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?" Nathan shook his head. Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, beca.. | elite eyes grandpop irish leigh lora malone nathan ops wild | Lora Leigh | |
| 8f34d39 | your life will not get straightened out until your mind does. | Joyce Meyer | ||
| 4ab8c8a | Prince Charming was requesting presence tonight. | Melissa Kantor | ||
| cdb04e9 | When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the sky -- to arm themselves with thunders and march forth against the world. Louder and higher and lower and wider the sound and motion spread, mounting, sinking, darking. | Zora Neale Hurston | ||
| 54d7c0d | Finally, she grew quiet. After that, coherent thought. With this, stalked through her a cold, bloody rage; Hours of this; a period of introspection; a space of retrospection; then a mixture of both. Out of this, an awful calm. | rage sweat | Zora Neale Hurston |