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)

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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)

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

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

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

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...

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

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

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.

Miraba hacia abajo y pensaba que yo era de papel.

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 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 estoy diciendo que pueda sobrevivirse a todo. Sólo que puede sobrevivirse a todo, menos a lo último.

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.

No puedo creer que no quisieras que te encontrara.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

Se colocó el pelo detrás de las orejas, se puso la capucha y se la ató con el cordón. El farol iluminó los agudos rasgos de su cara pálida. Quizá los dos éramos ninjas, pero sólo ella lo parecía.

She loved so much misteries tha she became one

Siempre esperas que la gente no sea quien es.

Standing before this building, I learn something about fear. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible. It is not the disgust of seeing a dead stranger, and not the breathlessness of hearing a shotgun pumped outside of Becca Arrington's house. This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises. This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed. This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

Standing before this building, I learn something about fear. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible. It is not the disgust of seeing a dead stranger, and not the breathlessness of hearing a shotgun pumped outside of Becca Arrington’s house. This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises. This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed. This is the fear that made fish crawl onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

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.

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.

The way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are.