252 Quotes About Paper-towns

Was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness

That sickly sour stench designed to keep the living from the dead.

I hold my forearm up to my nose so I can smell sweat and skin and anything but death.

And for the first time all day, the three of us are looking not forward but at one another.

I don’t know who she is anymore, or who she was, but I need to find her.

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

And although I could understand each word of it, I couldn’t understand anything about it as a whole.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you’ll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

Only a tree, alone in the empty silver dirt.