John Green Quotes

Look up long enough and you start to feel your infinitesimality. The difference between alive and not--that's something. But from where the stars are watching, there is almost no difference between va...

Maybe we invented metaphor as a response to pain. Maybe we needed to give shape to the opaque, deep-down pain that evades both sense and senses.

Me: If you want me to be a teenager, don't send me to Support Group. Buy me a fake ID so I can go to clubs, drink vodka, and take pot.Mom: You don't take pot, for starters.Me: See, that's the kind of...

My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to but I did.

No woman should ever lie about another woman. You've violated the sacred covenant between women! How will stabbing one another in the back help women to rise above patriarchal oppression?

People always get used to beauty, though.I haven’t gotten used to you just yet, he answered, smiling. I felt myself blushing. Thank you for coming to Amsterdam, he said.

So how’s it going?Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?Yeah, I said.Sucks, he said.

So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

That's absolutely true, about the eight glasses a day. There's no reason whatsoever to drink eight glasses of water a day unless you, for whatever reason, particularly like the taste of water. Most ex...

That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

The whole passage was underlined in bleeding, water-soaked black ink. But there was another ink, this one a crisp blue, post-flood, and an arrow led from How will I ever get out of this labyrinth! to...

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.'

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books. I tramp a perpetual journey All goes onward and outward.... a...

Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.

Eveything that comes together, falls apart, the Old Man said. Everything. the chair I'm sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. I'm gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And you'r...

The problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.

A drink this good deserves one's best posture.