Best 95 quotes in «paper towns quotes» category

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)

He vivido aquí dieciocho años, y ni una sola vez en la vida me he encontrado con alguien que se preocupe de lo que de verdad importa.

How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.

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.

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.

i'd been in the dark so long I was still craving it.

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

I looked down and thought about how I was made of paper. I was the flimsy-foldable person, not everyone else.

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.

I left the only way you can leave. You pull your life off all at once - like a Band-Aid.

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

I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to the words in the middle. (32)

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.

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

It all seemed so trivial, so embarassing. It all seemed like paper kids having their paper fun.

It's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

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

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.

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

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

It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left and every paper girl needs at least one string, right? (58)

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...

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

Margo was so beautiful that even her fake smiles were convincing. (54)

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

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

Margo menyukai misteri sejak dulu. Dan dalam semua hal yang terjadi setelahnya, aku tidak pernah bisa berhenti berpikir bahwa jangan-jangan lantaran terlampau menyukai misteri, dia pun menjadi misteri.

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.

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.

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

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

Miraba hacia abajo y pensaba que yo era de papel.

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.

No puedo creer que no quisieras que te encontrara.

Oh no you didn't," Radar says when I show him why we're laughing. "Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt.

No you don't", she answers, and she is right. She can see it in my face- I understand now that I can't be her and she can't be me. Maybe Whitman had a gift I don't have. But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

Nunca había visto sus ojos muertos hasta ese punto, pero quizá nunca antes había visto sus ojos.

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

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.

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

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

People I don't know die all the time. If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.

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.

Para mi habías sido como un chico de papel todos estos años… Dos dimensiones como personaje en el papel, y otras dos dimensiones diferentes, pero también planas, como persona.

Porque es genial ser una idea que a todo el mundo le gusta. Pero no podía ser la idea de mí misma, no del todo.

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.

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

Que engañoso creer que una persona es algo más que una persona.

Que el lodo sea mi heredero, quiero crecer del pasto que amo; Si quieres encontrarte conmigo, búscame bajo la suela de tus zapatos.

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