Best 121 of Paper towns quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 19 Sep

John Green

The town was paper, but the memory was not.

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Green

A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

I am thinking that I don't want this to happen. I don't want to die. I don't want my friends to die. And to be honest, as the time slows down and my hands are in the air, I am afforded the chance to think one more thought, and I think about her. I blame her for this ridiculous, fatal chase--for putting us at risk, for making me into the kind of jackass who would stay up all night and drive too fast. I would not be dying were it not for her. I would have stayed home, as I have always stayed home, and I would've been safe, and I would have done the one thing I have always wanted to do, which is to grow up.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

Mira todos esos callejones, esas calles que giran sobre si mismas, todas las casas que construyeron para que acaben desmoronándose. Toda esa gente de papel que vive en sus casas de papel y queman el futuro para calentarse.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

Physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Green

As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

El futuro está formado por horas.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

La gente empezó a tener cada vez más futuro, así que se pasaba más tiempo pensando en él. En e futuro. Y ahora la vida se ha convertido en el futuro. Vives cada instante de tu vida por el futuro...

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

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. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. (57)

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Green

Ben, there are more important things going on,” I answered. “DESIGNATED DRIVER!” “What?” “You’re my designated driver! Yes! You are so designated! I love that you answered! That’s so awesome! I have to be home by six! And I designate you to get me there! YESSSSSSS!” “Can’t you just spend the night there?” I asked. “NOOOO! Booooo. Booo on Quentin. Hey, everybody! Boooo Quentin!” And then I was booed. “Everybody’s drunk. Ben drunk. Lacey drunk. Radar drunk. Nobody drive. Home by six. Promised Mom. Boo, Sleepy Quentin! Yay, Designated Driver! YESSSS!

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

Siempre esperas que la gente no sea quien es.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

No estoy diciendo que pueda sobrevivirse a todo. Sólo que puede sobrevivirse a todo, menos a lo último.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

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 room and just talking.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

That poem is so damned long. You'd think old Walt could have taken a line or two to tell us how to unscrew the door from its jamb.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

Estoy en este estacionamiento pensando que nunca he estado tan lejos de casa, y aquí esta la chica a la que amo y a la que no puedo seguir. Espero que sea la misión del héroe, porque no seguirla es lo más duro que he hecho en mi vida…

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

Once we got out of Jefferson Park, we rolled down the one window that worked so the world would know we had good taste in music.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

Do you guys remember that one time, in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, that we somehow didn't die?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Margo Roth Spiegelman

. . . I'm not pretty, not close up anyway. Generally, the closer people get to me the less hot they find me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Green

Después de besarnos, nos miramos tan de cerca que nuestras frentes se tocan. Sí, la veo casi a la perfección en esta agrietada oscuridad.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

I think the future deserves our faith. But it is hard to argue with Emily Dickinson.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

Margo no era un milagro. Ella no era una aventura. No era una cosa bella y preciosa. Era una chica.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green Paper Towns

It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

En alguna parte te espero.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

Jesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

I spent the next three hours in classrooms, trying not to look at the clocks over various blackboards, and then looking at the clocks, and then being amazed that only a few minutes had passed since I last looked at the clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight for the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.

By Anonym 20 Sep

John Green

You're just a really loud, awkward ninja, but we are both ninjas.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

On some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are.

By Anonym 19 Sep

John Green

Todo es más feo de cerca.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

I felt so detached from all this shit, all this high-school-is-ending-So-we-have-to-reveal-that-deep-down-we-all-love-everybody bullshit.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

Porque é o máximo ser uma ideia que agrada a todos. Mas eu nunca poderia ser aquela ideia para mim, não totalmente.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

I always like routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring.

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Green

And even though it was ridiculously childish, in the end I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don't think that word should ever be used by anyone, let alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

Recuerda que algunas veces las personas no son como crees que son.

By Anonym 20 Sep

John Green

You don't give a shit if people like you.

By Anonym 19 Sep

John Green

Una ciudad de papel para una chica de papel.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

La belleza de Margo era una especie de recipiente de perfección cerrado, intacto e irrompible.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

Siempre había creído que había que ser importante para tener enemigos. Por ejemplo: históricamente, Alemania ha tenido más enemigos que Luxemburgo. Margo Roth Spiegelman era Alemania. Y Gran Bretaña. Y Estados Unidos. Y la Rusia de los zares. Yo soy Luxemburgo. Me siento por ahí, vigilo las ovejas y canto canciones tirolesas

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

No puedes separar a la Margo persona de la Margo cuerpo. No puedes ver lo uno sin lo otro… Al final, no sabias si Margo Roth Spiegelman estaba gorda o estaba delgada, como no sabes si la torre Eiffel se siente o no se siente sola.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

Por un momento siento un destello de esperanza al pensar en el último verso del poema: «En alguna parte te espero». Pero luego pienso que esa primera persona no tiene por qué ser una persona. También puede ser un cuerpo.

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

No soy guapa, al menos no de cerca. En general, cuanto más se me acercan, menos guapa les parezco.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

Te cuento lo que no me gusta: desde aquí no se ve el óxido, la pintura cayéndose y todo eso, pero ves lo que es realmente. Ves lo falso que es todo. Ni siquiera es duro como el plástico. Es una ciudad de papel.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

I had not cried for Margo until then, but now finally I did, pounding against the ground and shouting because there was no on to hear: I missed her I missed her I missed her I miss her.

By Anonym 18 Sep

John Green

She loved so much misteries tha she became one

By Anonym 17 Sep

John Green

No te necesitaba, idiota. Te he elegido. Y luego tú me has elegido a mí. Y esto es como una promesa. Al menos por esta noche. En la salud y en la enfermedad. En lo bueno y en lo malo. En la riqueza y en la pobreza. Hasta que el amanecer nos separe.

By Anonym 19 Sep

John Green

These kids, they're like tied-down helium balloons. They strain against the string and strain against it, and then something happens, and that string gets cut, and they just float away. (...) But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it.

By Anonym 19 Sep

John Green

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. (Prologue)

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Green

But then again, if you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn't perfect. You can't get all the way inside someone else. I could never have imagined Margo's anger at being found, or the story she was writing over. But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in.

By Anonym 16 Sep

John Green

It's easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing attainable thing or whatever, and started being, like, just a regular girl with a weird relationship with food and frequent crankiness who's kinda bossy, then I had to basically start liking a whole different person.