PAPER TOWNS QUOTES! (Spoilers)So, I get really bored sometimes. So I searched the internet for some Paper Towns quotes, and took some off the top of my head. So here are the best (non-funny, that'll come later maybe?) quotes from Paper Towns IMO. Keep in mind that it's written in Q's point of view therefore anything not specifying the person is Q.
I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I’ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero’s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
And it is dark as I kiss her, but I have my eyes open and so does Margo.
After we kiss, our foreheads touch as we stare at each other. Yes, I can see her almost perfectly in this cracked darkness.
It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them.
The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.
I have never really thought of him as a person, either. A guy who played in the dirt like me. A guy who fell in love like me. A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.
It has taken us thousands of miles and many days, but here we are: her head on my shoulder, her breath on my neck, the fatigue thick inside of us. We are now as I wished we could be then.
"It’s kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way." --Margo
You are going to the paper towns. And you are never coming back. --On the wall at "The Osprey," Margo
"And it ends up being so odd and fun and magical that I go back to my room in the morning and I just miss you." --Margo
“You were just playing with us, weren’t you? You just wanted to make sure that even after you left to go have your fun, you were still the axis we spun around.” --Q, to Margo
What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.
I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.
Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.
“It’s so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.” --Margo
“You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.” --Radar, to Q
“She’s dead and we’re all ... doing this.” --Lacey, to Q while drunk at Becca's party.
She was the kind of girl who could make you forget about a lot of things. ---Q, but not about Margo. About Lacey.
I don’t know who she is anymore, or who she was, but I need to find her.
“I. Will. Miss. Hanging. Out. With. You.” --Margo
Her lips were so close to me that I could feel her smile.
She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.
“I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.” --Margo
Margo’s beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection – uncracked and uncrackable.
“We bring the fucking rain, Q. Not the scattered showers.” --Margo
She had the kind of fingers you want to interlace with your own.
Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.