John Green Quotes

He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe inhaving a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers...

He wasn’t perfect or anything. He wasn’t your fairy-tale Prince Charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes, but I liked him best when that stuff fell away.

Her hair is ridiculous, I said.I know. That was the only thing I said about her that was true. When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really full...

Hey Pudge, the Colonel said. What do you think of a truce?It reminds me of when the Germans demanded that the U.S. surrender at the Battle of the Bulge, I said. I guess I'd say to this truce offer wha...

He—that's Simon Bolivar—was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn...

How about I call you when I finish this?But you don’t even have my phone number, he said.I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.He broke out into that goofy smile. A nd you say we don’t know each...

How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.

I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.

I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass—our roo...

I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven...

I began to swim, an armless silver mermaid, using only my hips to generate motion, until finally my ass scraped against the lake's mucky bottom. I turned then and used my hips and waist to roll three...

I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they are...

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life..

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

I could be worse, you know.How? I asked, teasing. I mean, I have a work of calligraphy over my toilet that reads, 'Bathe yourself in the comfort of God's words,' Hazel. I could be way worse.Sounds uns...

I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.

I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.

I lean in this time, and she doesn't turn away. It's cold, and our lips are dry, noses a little wet, foreheads sweaty beneath wool hats. I can't touch her face, even though I want to, because I'm wear...