What did i know of your fantasies? Why do we know so little about the fantasies of our parents? What do we know of somebody if we know nothing of the images passed to him by his imagination?0
When we talk about ourselves, about others, or simply about things, we want- it could be said – to reveal ourselves in our words: We want to show what we think and feel. We let other have a glimpse into our soul.0
I love tunnels. They're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance it is not night.0
Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?0
To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.0
It wasn't only that you didn't see him anymore, meet him anymore. You saw his absence and encountered it as something tangible. His not being there was like the sharply outlined emptiness of a photo with a figure cut out precisely with scissors and now the missing figure is more important, more dominant than all others.0
What is it that we call loneliness. It can't simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it? ... it isn't only that others are there, that they fill up the space next to us. But even when they celebrate us or give advice in a friendly conversation, clever, sensitive advice: even then we can be lonely.0
That words could cause something in the world, make someone move or stop, laugh or cry: even as a child he had found it extraordinary and it never stopped impressing him. How did words do that? Wasn't it like magic?0
Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.0
A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.0
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.Memories, Farewell0
He remembered the first time he’d kissed her, in the greenhouse, how he’d finally gotten it, finally understood the way someone’s mouth against yours could undo you, leave you spinning and breathless. That all the expertise in the world, any techniques you knew or had learned, went out the window when it was the right person you were kissing.Kissing, Falling in love0
The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.Books, Writing, Reading0
The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.Love, Silence0
Don't be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.Fear0
Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.Heart, Breakup & Lovesick0
But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.Giving Up0
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.Books0
A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.Stories, Writing0
Memories are worse than bullets.Memories, Breakup & Lovesick0
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.Love0
People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.0
Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
But a whole lot more like me.
There are no happy endings.
Endings are the saddest part,
So just give me a happy middle
And a very happy start.
She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.
When wearing a baseball cap, a Bro may position the brim at either 12 or 6 o’clock. All other angles are reserved for rappers and the handicapped.0
Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.Books, Reading0
Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.Books, Mirrors0
You ask me to wait. And so I wait.
For all of this, I know, is but a dream.
And when, in sleep, at last we wake,
I will see you again.
The difference from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is on the outside.Humanity, Angels, Appearance0
Dude, I don’t want to talk about Lacey’s prom shoes. And I’ll tell you why: I have this thing that makes me really uninterested in prom shoes. It’s called a penis.Shoes0
I'm in love with cities I've never been to and people I've never met.Traveling0
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.0
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.0
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?Character0
But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.Love0
Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.0
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.Beauty, Appearance0
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.Desire0
It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.Heart, Breakup & Lovesick0
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.Falling in love0
That smile could end wars and cure cancer.Laughing & Smile0
Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.Time, Moment & Present, Children's Books0
Human passions have mysterious ways, in children as well as grown-ups. Those affected by them can’t explain them, and those who haven’t known them have no understanding of them at all.Passion0
If you stop to think about it, you’ll have to admit that all the stories in the world consist essentially of twenty-six letters. The letters are always the same, only the arrangement varies. From letters words are formed, from words sentences, from sentences chapters, and from chapters stories.Books, Writing, Reading0
You wish for something, you've wanted it for years, and you're sure you want it, as long as you know you can't have it. But if all at once it looks as though your wish might come true, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had never wished for any such thing.Wishes, Satisfaction0
Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it? It lives on in Fantastica, deep under earth. There are forgotten dreams stored in many layers. The deeper one digs, the closer they are. All Fantastica rests on a foundation of forgotten dreams.Dreaming0
If you have never spent whole afternoons with burning ears and rumpled hair, forgetting the world around you over a book, forgetting cold and hunger-
If you have never read secretly under the bedclothes with a flashlight, because your father or mother or some other well-meaning person has switched off the lamp on the plausible ground that it was time to sleep because you had to get up so early-
If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless-
If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next.