John Green Quotes

There’s no need to suffer. Which I’d argue is just a fundamental misunderstanding of the human predicament, but okay.

This is the Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, right?

Tiny takes a shot, grimaces, and exhales. Tastes like Satan’s fire cock, Tiny says, and then pushes another shot in my direction. Sounds delightful, I say, but I’ll pass.

We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time

We always say we are beneath the stars. We aren't, of course—there is no up or down, and anyway the stars surround us. But we say we are beneath them, which is nice. So often English glorifies the hum...

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

We fatties have a bond, dude. It's like a secret society. We got all kinds of shit you don't know about. Handshakes, special fat people dances-we got these secret fugging lairs in the center of the ea...

We have to forgive to survive the labyrinth.

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus...

We were kissing.I thought: This is good.I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all.I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.Suddenly she laughed and pull...

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

What did Dom Perignon say to fellow monks after he invented champagne? ... Come quickly, I am tasting the stars.

When I've thought about him dying - which admittedly isn't that much - I always thought of it like you said, that all strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the s...

Writing does not resurrect. It buries.

Yeah, Pudge is adorable / but you want incorrigible / so Jake is more endurable / 'cause he's so - damn. Damn. I almost had four rhymes on adorable. But all I could think of was unfloorable, which isn...

You can’t know, sweetie, because you’ve never had a baby become a brilliant young reader with a side interest in horrible television shows, but the joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness...

You just use the future to escape the present.

You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.