It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.

Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.

I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

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.