John Green, Looking For Alaska Quotes

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.

... if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

How will we ever get out of the labyrinth of suffering ?

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

I thought: This is not good. I though: I am not bad at kissing. Not at bad at all. I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.

He was gone and did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth.

How can you read and talk at the same time?” I asked.“Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.

And we'll call you...hmmm. Pudge.""Huh?""Pudge, " the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right.

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it.

I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes-Miles "Pudge

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

... going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.

we need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken

Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than "Boy, I wish you hadn't mummified me and thrown me into the lake" hate.

Right, well, he'd been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, 'You seem to be feeling better this morning, ' and Isben looked at her and said, 'On the contrary, ' and then he died.

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

Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life..

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

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.

Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about

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.

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding in an hour.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

We need never be without hope because we can never be irreparably broken.

I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.

Chip, she’s gone, ” and he said, “I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone

You can't just make me different and then leave

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

I’m really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why, or what.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

You can’t burn down a made-up place.

The prank is entitled "Subverting the Patriarchal Paradigm".

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

All right. The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricaine

The silence broke:"Sometimes I liked it", I said "Sometimes I liked it that she was dead.""You mean it felt good?""No. I don't know. It felt ... pure.

If people were rain I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.

We have to forgive to survive in this labyrinth [of suffering]

We need never to be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.

I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

You gave me forever within the numbered days.