All salvation is temporary, . . . I bought them a minute. Maybe that’s the minute that buys them an hour, which is the hour that buys them a year. No one’s gonna buy them...

It’s like she thinks my job is to please her, and that should be my dearest wish, and when I don’t please her – I get shut out.

Maybe ‘okay’ will be our ‘always

El mundo – dijo -, no es una fábrica de conceder deseos.

Shouldn’t letting go be painless if you’ve never learned how to hold on?

The last time I was this scared, I peed myself.””The last time I was this scared,” Radar says, “I actually had to face a Dark Lord in order to make the world safe for wizards.

Are you crying, Hazel Grace?””Kind of?””Why?” he asked.”‘Cause I’m just-I want to go to Amsterdam, and I want him to tell me what happens after the book is over, and I just don’t want my...

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...

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 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

We fatties have a bond, dude. It’s like a secret society. We got all kinds of shit you don’t know about. Handshakes, special fat people dances-we got these secret fugging lairs in the center of...

Life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future.

And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out,...

I can’t go to Amsterdam. One of my doctors thinks it’s a bad idea.”He was quiet for a second. “God,” he said. “I should’ve just paid for it myself. Should’ve just taken you straight from...

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read...

At least it was instant. At least there wasn’t any pain.”I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn’t get it.There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn’t go...

Big, ugly homes for big, ugly people,’ I told Margo as we pulled into Casavilla.’No shit. If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms, do me...

Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory.

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....