John Green quotes
I just did some calculations and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit.
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.
We are greater than the sum of our parts.
You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.
I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.
John Green Short quotes ⇑
We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either.
John Green Humor quotes ⇑
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A non-hot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.
Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it
Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.
Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.
I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.
Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.
'Is it still cool to go to the mall?' she asked. 'I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's cool,' I answered.
John Green Life quotes ⇑
The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.
You should never give up a happy 'middle' in the hopes of a happy 'ending', because there is no such thing as a happy ending
There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.
To be alive is to be missing.
You're both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. You're the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. You're the storyteller and the story told. You are somebody's something, but you are also your you.
John Green Love quotes ⇑
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.
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
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.
It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.
John Green Death quotes ⇑
That's part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
All John Green quotes ⇑
I'm starting to realize that people lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, & so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
Nerd girls are the world's most underutilized romantic resource. And guys, do not tell me that nerd girls are not hot because that shows a Paris Hilton-esque failure to understand hotness.
Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.
There is no "Them" . There are only facets of "Us".
We all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.
The pleasure isn't in doing the thing, the pleasure is in planning it.
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.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.
That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates an adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.
But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, 'The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.
Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.
They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.
What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person.
She loved mysteries so much, that she became one.
Real gangster-ass Nerdfighters don't run from nothing... 'cause real gangster-ass Nerdfighters can't run fast.
We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.
Why don't we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that's not an easy thing to do.
The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.
I hadn't been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.
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.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That's actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.
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.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.
For she had embodied the Great Perhaps--she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.
Issac: "I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause"
I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.
At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
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.
I responded to this development with the kind of sophisticated language for which I am famous. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid crap."