Stephanie Perkins

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough

So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?

Perfect is overrated. Perfect is boring."
I smile. "You don't think I'm perfect?"
"No. You're delightfully screwy, and I wouldn't have you any other way.

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

There are some people in life that you can't get over

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.