John Green Quotes

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

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.

As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

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

And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.

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

I am a giant squid of anger.

"And how are you feeling?" asked Patrick."Oh, I'm grand." Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."

There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.

I have an Augustus Waters fetish.

Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.

When was the last good kiss you had?

The Degree to which I am blessed staggers me... the degree to which I take that for granted shames me. -Streetwalking with Jesus

It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.

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

You're not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life.

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different.

And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?

The true ninja doesn't make a splash at all.

She was loved deeply, but not widely

Breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; its something that happens with you.

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.

Isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.

We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?

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.

Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.

"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."

She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.

He wasn't perfect or anything. He wasn;t your fairytale prince charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes,but i liked him best when that stuff fell away.

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Imagine others complexly.

Coal miners don't get coal miners' block.

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

At least I carpe'd that one diem.

Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie.

Just spend a few more months playing video games. That hand-eye coordination will come in handy when you get to third base.

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

And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other - maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.

She would stay on the road and in hiding, a balloon floating through the sky, eating up hundreds of miles a day with a help of the perpetual tailwind.