"If you have two friends in your lifetime, you’re lucky. If you have one good friend, you’re more than lucky."
— That was then, This is now by S.E. Hinton
"You matter as much as the things that matter to you. And I got so backwards trying to matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It’s so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don’t even know why you need it; you just think you do."
— An Abundance of Katherines, John Green
"There was no denying her smile. That smile could end wars and cure cancer."
— An Abundance of Katherines, John Green
"If people could see me the way I see myself- if they could live in my memories- would anyone, anyone, love me?"
— An Abundance of Katherines, John Green
"He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless. And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart."
— ~John Green,Looking for Alaska
"It’s all in the view. That’s what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you’d better make every second count."
— ~Sarah Dessen,The Truth about Forever
"If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.” -George Orwell, 1984"