John Green Quotes

I spent your Wish on that doucheface,” I said into his chest. “Hazel Grace. No. I will grant you that you did spend my one and only Wish, but you did not spend it on him. You spent it on us.

You can't just make me different and then leave. You can't. You can't change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired.

I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

Like everyone, I'm saddened and horrified by this. All I'll say is that I'm personally trying to pay more attention to the victims than to their murderer. I certainly will not be mentioning the murderer. I don't think he warrants our attention-particularly since he so clearly wanted it.

Thank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life." He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. "I did it to save myself, not you," he says. "Believe me when I say that you did not once cross my mind. " I laugh. "Nor you mine," I say.

My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.

What happened?" "During the kiss?" "No, with you and Caroline." "Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer suffering from personhood.

It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.

We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.

I'm not embarrassed by my faith, and I'm also not embarrassed by my doubt.

You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.

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.

No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.

I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

Of course, sweetie," his mom said. "We'll be here all day. You just come down whenever you want and we love you and you're so so special, Colin, and you can't possibly let this girl make you think otherwise because you are the most magnificent, brilliant boy-" And right then, the most special, magnificent, brilliant boy bolted into his bathroom and puked his guts out. An explosion, sort of.

Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.

Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.

When you leave a place, it's best to leave.

memories fall apart too.

But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness

Isaac out of surgery. It went well. He's officially NEC. NEC meant "no evidence of cancer." A second text came a few seconds later. I mean, he's blind. So that's unfortunate.

I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality

I think it's crazy, crazy that book tours lose so much money. They shouldn't. Book tours should be part of what keeps independent bookstores vibrant and profitable.

Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

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.

But it is a pipe." "No, it's not," I said. It's a drawing of a pipe. Get it? All representations of a thing are inherently abstract. It's very clever.

For me, the hero’s journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The true hero’s journey is the voyage from strength to weakness.

Nerd life is just so much better than regular life.

I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.

She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.

I try to live life so that I can live with myself.

There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.

...And in freedom, most people find sin.

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?

When it works, anticipation is far more fulfilling than surprise, because we are reminded that a sunrise is precisely as magnificent as it is inevitable.

People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

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