John Green Quotes

Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.

Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.

Being vulnerable is asking to get used.

Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt

Ben starts. I Spy with my little eye something I really like.Oh I know, Radar says. It's the taste of balls.No.Is it the taste of penises? I guess.No, dumbass.Hmm, says Radar. Is it the smell of balls...

Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.

Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy, and we'...

But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

Dude, if Kentucky is going to remind you of Paris, we're in a hell of a pickle.

He missed his imagined future.

He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many o...

His hand reached for her boob over her shirt and pawed at it, his palm still while his fingers moved around. I wondered if that felt good. Didn't seem like it would, but I decided to forgive Isaac on...

I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.

I couldn't be mad at him for even a moment, and 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 hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.

I couldn't make myself happy, but I could make people around me miserable.

I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain....

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

I do not say goodbye. I believe that's one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime y...

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.