John Green Quotes

Life is not a wish granting factory.

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

JP shouted, TELL THEM WHAT YOU JUST DID TO EACH OTHER!Um, I said.We kissed, the Duke said.That's kinda gay, Keun said.I AM A GIRL.Yeah, I know, but so is Tobin, Keun said.

It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person I was or the whatever I am now.

It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.

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

It is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves. Easy enough to say when you’re a...

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

I responded to this development with the kind of sophisticated language for which I am famous. Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid crap.

I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting all t...

I missed everybody. To be alive is to be missing.

He shook his head, just looking at me.What? I asked.Nothing, he said.

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

Also, it was a bit hopeless, he said. A bit defeatist.If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree.I don't think defeatism is honest, Dad answered. I refuse to accept that.

And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.

And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d...

He's become the one the songs are about, and while part of me knows he's probably worth that, another part is yelling at me to slow the fuck down.

I just did some calculations and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit.

Augustus: You probably need some rest.Me: I’m okay.Augustus: Okay. (Pause.) What are you thinking about?Me: You.Augustus: What about me?Me: ‘I do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections...

And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.