John Green Quotes

You're both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. You're the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. You're the storyteller and the story told. You are somebody's something, but you are al...

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

I don't care if the New York Times writes an obituary for me. I just want you to write one. ... You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know...

You used, he said, and then took a sharp breath, to call me Augustus.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

And I told myself -- as I've told myself before -- that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn't slip away....

The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory," and then he broke down, just for one moment, his sob roaring impotent like a clap of thunder unaccompanied by lightning, the terrible ferocity th...

Nobody gets anybody else, not really. We're all stuck inside ourselves.

It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...

What? I asked.Nothing, he said.

If people were rain ,i was drizzleand she was a hurricane .

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go...

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

Okay.

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

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

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightening, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract te...

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

Rabe'a al-Adiwiyah, a great woman saint of Sufism, was seen running through the streets of her hometown, Basra, carrying a torch in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. When someone asked her...