John Quotes

And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

No," I said. And maybe it was only because Alaska couldn't hit the brakes and I couldn't hit the accelerator.

Do you know why I left America, Lidewij? So that I would never again have to encounter Americans." "But you are an American." "Incurably so, it seems.

My parents always liked it when I cursed in front of them. I could see the pleasure of it in their faces. It signified that I trusted them, that I was myself in front of them.

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.

I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain.

Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.

And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

But it was sure a privilege to love him, huh?" I nodded into his shirt. "Gives you an idea how I feel about you," he said. My old man. He always knew just what to say.

The kiss lasted forever as Otto Frank kept talking from behind me. "And my conclusion is," he said, "since I had been in very good terms with Anne, that most parents don't know really their children.

...Kaitlyn never wore open-toed shoes on account of how she hated her feet because she felt her second toes were too long, as if the second toe was a window into the soul or something.

At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

Boys do not have the monopoly in Staring Business, after all.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring.

A drink this good deserves one's best posture.

In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." (p. 28)

Whatever, bro. We both had a long day. Too much drama. I'll TTYS." I wanted to ridicule him for using chatspeak IRL, but I found myself lacking the energy.

I do love you and what else matters but that

Suffering is universal.

We fell. We got up. We ran.

I can't remember, because I never knew.

We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

Most loves don't last. But some do.

Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.

We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.

I'm not embarrassed by my faith, and I'm also not embarrassed by my doubt.

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley

I smiled. She smiled. I believed the smile.

Doing stuff never feels as good as you hope it will feel.

The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.

Maybe this time she wanted to be found, and to be found by me.

Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.

In the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

When you leave a place, it's best to leave.

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.

We are now as I wished we could be then.

We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors . . . But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

The Romans knew it: quod me alit me extinguit, they said: That which nourishes me, extinguishes me.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as a I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.

That tastes like hope feels.

And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle.