104 Quotes About Looking-for-alaska
- Author John Green
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She'd obviously read the book many times before, and so she read flawlessly and confidently, and I could hear her smile in the reading of it, and the sound of that smile made me think that maybe I would like novels better if Alaska Young read them to me.
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I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.
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More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someonewho might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and Icried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain.
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He’d been sick for awhile and his nurse said to him, ‘You seem to be feeling better this morning,’ and Ibsen looked at her and said, ‘On the contrary,’ and then he died.
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how do I get out of this labyrinth of suffering ?
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- Author Thomas Edison Guerrero Barbosa
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Its very beautiful over there. I dont know where there is, but I believe its somewhere, and I hope its beautiful.
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Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. ... You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
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Que je croie; que tu croies; qu'il ou qu'elle croie. What a funny thing to say over and over again: I would believe; you would believe; he or she would believe. Believe what? I thought, and right then, the rain came.
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and on that thin-mooned night, I could see little more than her silhouette except for when she smoked, the burning cherry of the cigarette washing her face in pale red light.
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