John Green Quotes (374 Quotes)

And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we've all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?

But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.

I hated cranberry sauce, but for some reason my mom persisted in her lifelong belief that it was my very favorite food, even though every single Thanksgiving I politely declined to include it on my plate.

I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you've got to admire his single-minded dedication to drug abuse.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.

But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

I smiled. She smiled. I believed the smile.

It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

She is close enough to me that I can see her, because even now there is the outward sign of visible light, even at night in this parking lot on the outskirts of Algoe. After we kiss, our foreheads touch as we stare at each other. Yes, I can see her almost perfectly in this cracked darkness.

This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again.

Agustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Take a picture of this so Isaac can see it when they invent robot eyes.

The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.

While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.

And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.

C'mon Pudge. I'm teasing. You have to be tough. I didn't know how bad it was-- and I'm sorry, and they'll regret it-- but you have to be tough.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

In the beginning, she had hauted 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.

Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?

There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.

You can say a lot of things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are unduly afraid of deep fryers.

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

I spy with my little eye a great story.

I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Those of us who frequent the band room have long suspected that Becca maintains her lovely figure by eating nothing but the souls of kittens and the dreams of impoverished children.

All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.

Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.

I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.

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.

Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn't unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn't want to.

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.

The world is not a wish-granting factory.

Writing does not resurrect. It buries.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.

Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch.

I have guts, just not when it counts.

In those fifty, the Old Man made me take religion seriously. I'd never been religious, but he told us that religion is important whether or not we believed in one, the same way that historical events are important whether or not you personally lived through them.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.

You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.

But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.

I think maybe the reason I have spent most of my life being afraid is that I have been trying to prepare myself to train my body for real fear when it comes. But I am not prepared.

Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots.