John Green Quotes

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.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

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

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

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

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.

Waffles аrе јust awesome bread.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

I ran like a cheetah - well, like a cheetah that smoked too much.

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

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

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.

Lonley, Vaguely pedophilic swing set seeks the butts of children.

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.

If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used to cut diamonds.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams. So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

Headline?" he asked. "'Swing Set Needs Home,'" I said. "'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'" he said. "'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'" I said.

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

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.

The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you laid. -Alaska Young

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

Maybe there is something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.

I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.

I really like umbrellas. It's like, I have a roof! I carry it with me! Umbrellas always amuse me.

If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

Forever is composed of nows.

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.

Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.

And I put the latte down on a table, awash in the happy middle of my greatest adventure.

I don't like reindeer. They seem like regular deer, only more dangerous.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

Something invisible snapped inside her.

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

History doesn't have a curfew.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.