My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.
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.
The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.
Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.
If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.
Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.
Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.
Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something.Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book.OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!
Omnia Cellula e Cellula
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