Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
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 a hurricane.
What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?
Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.
Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.
What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.
When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
Without pain, how could we know joy?? This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
It is so hard to leave – until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.
Maybe okay will be our always.
I may die young, but at least I’ll die smart.