John Green

But alas, the world is not a wish-granting factory.

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

I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love.

At some point, you just pull off the band aid and it hurts. But when it is over, you are relieved.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightening, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the Queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman.

She loves mysteries that she became one.

I don't understand why you're so obsessed with figuring out everything that happens here, like we have to unravel every mystery.

Paper Towns for a Paper Girl, who wants to think and read clearly

She loves mysteries so much, she became one.

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.

Like, in general I think people have very complicated reasons for wanting things, and we often have no idea whether we__e actually motivated by altruism or a desire to hook up or a search for answers or what. I always get annoyed when in books or movies characters want clear things for clear reasons, because my experience of humanness is that I always want messy things for messy reasons.

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.

So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

Colin "I'm just--I'm just a failure. what if this is it? -----andI never do anything significant and I'm just a complete waste?"Hassan sat up, with his hands on his knees. "See, this is why you need to believe in God.

You are a side effect," Van Houten continued, "of an evolutionary process that cares little for individual lives. You are a failed experiment in mutation.

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.