Here’s what’s not beautiful about it: from here, you can’t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what they place really is. You see how fake it all is....

Well yeah, but now I’m highly motivated to get you out.” This is what I love about novels, both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you...

On time for us was thirty minutes before actually started, because the half hour before the first bell was the highlight of our social calendars: standing outside the side door that led into the band...

I got my laptop out from under the bed and fired it up and went onto his wall page, where already the condolences were flooding in. Themost recent one said:I love you, bro. See you...

I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone

I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothing romantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilege of being responsible for another. It was, for a time, what kept me...

Right, of course.But you keep the promise anyway. That’swhat love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?

Something about telling that story made my gut grow back together.”What?”Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud.”That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.”The people who’ve been in your...

Maybe ‘Okay’ will be our ‘always’…

Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.

Ma’am,’ Augustus said, nodding toward her, ‘your daughter’s car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we’ll be forced to call the police.’ After...

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can’t really fully and honestly take those back, you know? I mean, there are highlights. And there are streaks....

Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing.

People are such idiots. As if there’s something wrong with being in love.

this is the rough part, okay? so just stay tuned for the good part. i promise it’ll come soon.

Most of my friends were in band, and most of my free time during school was spent within twenty feet of the band room

I feel like I might start crying and that I’m going to cry pee.

I lit up like a Christmas tree-Augustus Waters

I wanted us to have an adventure. Because I love that crap. Because I’m not whatever-her-name-is. I don’t think it’s oh so hard to walk four miles in the snow. I want that. I love...

and then I couldn’t wait anymore, and my hand was on the back of her head, and then her lips on mine, the cold air gone and replaced with the warmth of her mouth, soft...

We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lengthy battle with cancer. He died after a lengthy battle with human consciousness, a victim...

One of the Great Rules of Economics According to John GreenIf you are rich, you have to be an idiot not to stay rich. And if you are poor, you have to be really smart...

You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

La manera en la que piensas de una persona no es como ellos realmente son.

It is so hard to leave-until you leave.

I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.

Real gangster-ass Nerdfighters don’t run from nothing… ‘cause real gangster-ass Nerdfighters can’t run fast.

We care about the dead. We try with our lives to honor theirs. That’s how we make our lives meaningful, and how we make their lives meaningful, too.

How you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.

The thing is that it could never again feel natural to talk to her

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can’t due to deadness.

They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.

I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole...

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they...

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

I guess these days this is a politically charged statement, but it seems to me manifestly true: You make nothing alone. Human beings are not mere competitors, and human life is not merely competition. We...

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...

Maybe Harry Potter is real and you’re not.

I am concussed,’ I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.”You’re fine,’ Takumi said as he jogged back towards me. ”Let’s get out of here before we’re killed.””I’m sorry,’ I said. ”But I can’t get up....

My thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations

All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming with ruined ruins and screaming children.

The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn’t there can hurt you.

I know it’s impossible for you to see peers this way, but when you’re older, you start to see them—the bad kids and the good kids and all kids—as people. They’re just people, who deserve...

… if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.