It's so hard to leave-until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
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Paper Towns
From the #1 bestselling author of Turtles All the Way Down and The Fault in Our Stars Winner of the Edgar Award for Best Young Adult Mystery #1 New York Times Bestseller USA Today Bestseller Publis
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Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of the human species, the average life span was less than thirty years? You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right? There was no planning for retirement. There was no planning for a career. There was no planning. No time for plann…
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.
What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.
Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.
I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will… but then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.
And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another.
Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.
Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.
I know what she’s talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It’s like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don’t meet up right.
It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.
You have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.
Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.
Everything's uglier close up.
It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.
Forever is comprised of nows.
How can you separate those things though? The people are the place is the people.