It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.Children & Childhood, Parents0
The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.Books, Imagination, Reading0
I'm right and you're wrong, I'm big and you're small, and there's nothing you can do about it.0
It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.Love0
You should never, never doubt something that no one is sure of.0
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.Darkness, Night0
How would it be after the last sentence? The last sentence he had always feared and from the middle of a book, he had always been tormented by the thought that there would inevitably be a last sentence.0
But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?0
What did i know of your fantasies? Why do we know so little about the fantasies of our parents? What do we know of somebody if we know nothing of the images passed to him by his imagination?0
When we talk about ourselves, about others, or simply about things, we want- it could be said – to reveal ourselves in our words: We want to show what we think and feel. We let other have a glimpse into our soul.0
I love tunnels. They're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night.0
Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?0
To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.0
It wasn't only that you didn't see him anymore, meet him anymore. You saw his absence and encountered it as something tangible. His not being there was like the sharply outlined emptiness of a photo with a figure cut out precisely with scissors and now the missing figure is more important, more dominant than all others.0
What is it that we call loneliness. It can't simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it? ... it isn't only that others are there, that they fill up the space next to us. But even when they celebrate us or give advice in a friendly conversation, clever, sensitive advice: even then we can be lonely.0
That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never stopped impressing him. How did words do that? Wasn't it like magic?0
Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.0
A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.0
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.Memory, Farewell0
He remembered the first time he’d kissed her, in the greenhouse, how he’d finally gotten it, finally understood the way someone’s mouth against yours could undo you, leave you spinning and breathless. That all the expertise in the world, any techniques you knew or had learned, went out the window when it was the right person you were kissing.Kissing, Falling in love0
The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.Books, Writing, Reading0
The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.Love, Silence0
Don't be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.Fear0
Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.Heart, Breakup & Lovesick0
But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.Giving Up0
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.Books0
A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.Stories, Writing0
Memories are worse than bullets.Memory, Breakup & Lovesick0
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.Love0
People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.0
Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
But a whole lot more like me.
There are no happy endings.
Endings are the saddest part,
So just give me a happy middle
And a very happy start.
She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.
When wearing a baseball cap, a Bro may position the brim at either 12 or 6 o’clock. All other angles are reserved for rappers and the handicapped.0
Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.Books, Reading0
Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.Books0
You ask me to wait. And so I wait.
For all of this, I know, is but a dream.
And when, in sleep, at last we wake,
I will see you again.
The difference from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is on the outside.Humanity, Angels, Appearance0
Dude, I don’t want to talk about Lacey’s prom shoes. And I’ll tell you why: I have this thing that makes me really uninterested in prom shoes. It’s called a penis.Shoes0
I'm in love with cities I've never been to and people I've never met.Traveling0
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.0
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.0
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?Character0
But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.Love0
Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.0
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.Beauty, Appearance0
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.Desire0