Porque gosto de vocês!! :'D
3 raparigas e um batom?! : P

"And now is as good a time as any to say that she was beautiful. In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla, and on that thin-mooned night I could see little more than her silhouette except for when she smoked, when the burning cherry of the cigarette washed her face in pale red light. But even in the dark, I could see her eyes - fierce emeralds. She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor. And not just beautiful, but hot, too, with her breasts straining against her tight tank top, her curved legs swinging back and forth beneath the swing, flip-flops dangling from her electric-blue-painted toes. It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls' bodies ease from one place to another, from arc to the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to wait to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I'd noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite apprehended their significance."
— John Green (Looking for Alaska)

"Poetry is just so emo,' he said. 'Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."
— John Green (Paper Towns)

"I do not say 'good-bye.' I believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' Every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. Well, I don't believe in that. I believe against that."
— John Green (Will Grayson, Will Grayson)

"NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it's the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not that important. You know what's important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!"
— John Green (Will Grayson, Will Grayson)

"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."
— John Green (Looking for Alaska)

"…because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’."
— John Green

"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."
— John Green (An Abundance of Katherines)

"Ficarei sentado ao teu lado, enquanto tu estiveres diante deste rio. E se fores dormir, dormirei em frente à tua casa. E se tu viajares para longe, eu seguirei os teus passos.

Até que tu me digas: vai-te embora. Então, irei. Mas hei-de amar-te para o resto da minha vida."

(Nas margens do Rio piedra,Sentei-me e Chorei - Paulo Coelho)

« (...) Depois adormeço com a ideia tola de querer ser diferente do que sou ou do que não sou como queria ser e de que faço tudo ao contrário. Queria agir de outra maneira e não ser como sou. Santo Deus! »

"Querida concha:

No mar existem muitas conchas. Umas bonitas e boas, outras más e feias.
Procurei as conchas boas, mas não as encontrei. Estavam partidas ou riscadas. Cortavam.
Até que, um dia, a maré trouxe até mim uma concha.

Colorida e transparente. Essa concha abriu-se e eu sentei-me lá dentro. Para sempre."

"So we burst into colours, colours and carousels. fall head first like paper planes and playground games."

swim with your sorrows and try delusion for a while, it’s such a beautiful lie. you’ve got to lose inhibition, romance your ego for a while. come on give it a try.