John Green Quotes

My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.

NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stup...

Ninety-nine percent of the time, your parents never have to know, though. The school doesn't want your parents to think you became a fuckup here any more than you want your parents think you're a fuck...

Of course, you pretend to be the author. You have to. You think, I now choose to go to lunch, when that monotone beep rings from on high at 12:37. But really, the bell decides. You think you’re the pa...

Oh, no me importaría, Grace Hazel. Sería un privilegio para mí tener el corazón roto por ti.

One of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moments that he'd try to capture in the stories he told. Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with matterin...

Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to.

Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. The, if it like you, it takes the rest.

Our hearts were broken in the same places. That's something like love, but maybe not quite the thing itself.

Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.

Parecía una eternidad, como si hubiéramos estado juntos una breve pero infinita eternidad. Hay infinitos más grandes que otros infinitos.

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

Sometimes I don't get you,' I said. She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled toward the television and said, 'You never get me. That's the whole point.

Sometimes you happen to run across a brilliant run of radio songs, where each tie one station goes to commercial, you scan to another that has just started to play a song you love but had almost forgo...

Still perfect, he said. Read to me.This isn’t really a poem to read aloud when you are sitting next to your sleeping mother. It has, like, sodomy and angel dust in it, I said.You just named two of my...

That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.

The beautiful thing about driving was that it stole just enough of his attention - car parked on the side, maybe a cop, slow to speed limit, time to pass this sixteen-wheeler, turn signal, check rearv...

The things I would do to that boy. I mean, not now that I know you're interested in him. But, oh, sweet holy Lord, I would ride that one-legged pony all the way around the corral.Kaitlyn, I said.Sorry...

The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

The whole pleasure of being in a state of unknowing is that as long as you don’t know, all possible outcomes feel as if they are happening.