434 Quotes by Stephanie Perkins

and I can no longer remember my name or my country, or even my place in the universe.

I've never ditched. I don't understand how he can just shrug everything off.

It's not uncommon. Nice guys finish last and all.

You've spent all this time afraid to talk about what was going on between you two, but if you'd ever bothered to ask him, you would have discovered that he wasn't worth it.

But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I'm full, when I can give something back to you. I don't have much to give right now.

That’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It’s mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.

I'm... a blank canvas. There's nothing here to love.

My boyfriend loses his virginity, and, oh, who’s that looking on?It’s a rabbit.

I catch a glimpse of his abdomen. Yummy. "Yummy tummy."He startles. "What?""Hmm?