Inspiring Quotes by John Green
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Colin's skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

What i really want -- and what i never get -- is to be appreciated. do you know what it's like to work so hard to make sure everyone's happy, and to have not a single person recognize it.

The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn't there can hurt you.

But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

I think it's crazy, crazy that book tours lose so much money. They shouldn't. Book tours should be part of what keeps independent bookstores vibrant and profitable.

Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.

Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce.

That's what we should do, Hazel Grace: We should team up and be this disabled vigilante duo roaring through the world, righting wrongs, defending the weak, protecting the endangered.

I think all true stories are hopeful stories. I don't think there's any room for nihilism.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

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.

The oldest pictures were faded and yellowing, and Colin thought about how even in pictures of their youth, old people look old.

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

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

The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That's actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.

We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

Empires rose and fell, and still the speaker droned on in his cicada-like monotony.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

Your mom gives a shit, you know? Most adults are just hollowed out.

The nature of impending fatherhood is that you are doing something that you're unqualified to do, and then you become qualified while doing it.

His diaphragm fluttered. And of course it couldn't have been lust or love and it didn't feel like like, so it must have been what the kids at school called like-like.

Here's to celebrating light where we find it.
And making light where we don't.

You can never love someone as much as you miss them.

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

You shall love your neighbour
With your crooked heart,
It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.

Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.

The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed.

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?

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

It makes me sad because it only exists in words.

And even though I laughed with them, it felt like I was watching the whole thing from somewhere else, like I was watching a movie about my life instead of living it.

I'm just sucking food, water, money from the world, and all I'm giving back is, 'Hey, I'm really good at not'doing. Look at all the bad things I'm not doing.

I'm into math the way my nine-year-old self was into skateboarding. I talk about it a lot, and I think about it a lot, but I can't actually, like, do it.

The thing is that it could never again feel natural to talk to her.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness.

She loves mysteries that she became one.

You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

I know love is real because I feel it.

You had been a paper boy to me all these years -- two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

I was so good at being a kid, and so terrible at being whatever I was now.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

That's why I love road trips, dude. It's like doing something without actually doing anything.

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren't supposed to be, but he was.

That poem is so damned long. You'd think old Walt could have taken a line or two to tell us how to unscrew the door from its jamb.

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

You can't just make me different, and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was just fine with me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die.

People always talk like there's a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn't, at least not for me. I remember what I've imagined and imagine what I remember.

If I'm too old to be Emo, how do you account for the very Emo and very old Edgar Allan Poe? Checkmate!

In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business--and I wanted to try to reflect that.

No headboards were broken.

You never think much about weather when it's good, but once it gets cold enough to see your breath you can't ignore it. The weather decides when you think about it, not the other way around.

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.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy ... well.

I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral.

Funerals...are for the living.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

Use your words.

We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.

I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

A paper town for a paper girl.

Imagine others complexly.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.

The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.

The clock was always punishing, but feeling like I was closer to unraveling the knots made time seem to stop entirely.

Someone who--because no one thought she was a person--had no one to really talk to.

Maybe she had sat here in the cacophonous darkness and felt some kind of desperation take her over, and maybe she found it impossible to unthink the thought of death. I could imagine that, of course.

I remembered that morning, and I felt something twist at my gut in the remembering of it.

Maybe she deserved to be forgotten. But at any rate, I couldn't forget her.

She never really got what it's all about. The adventure. She seemed pretty depressed, actually.

This raw pleasure was worth all the worry that preceded it.

And finally it was too much. I could not talk myself down from the feeling, and the feeling became unbearable.

Yeah, well, she's known me since I was a baby. And she cares about us. But she also gets paid to care about us, you know? And if she didn't... I mean, she'd have to find a different job.

My children are grown-ups., so you and Noah are my only little boys I have left.

All along, I kept thinking, I will never do this again, I will never be here again.

Let's continue this awkward silence in person.

You seemed locked inside of your mind, and I can't know what's going on in there, and it scared me.

I don't want to be part of an us that makes a them of the world's most vulnerable people.

You and I are just kids. We've got the best and the worst of it in front of us.

We think of infinity as a really big number, but it's not. It's endlessness. Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.

And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.

It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left and every paper girl needs at least one string, right?

You are somebody's something, but you are also your you.

Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken. But everyone has a tendency.

This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore.