John Green Quotes - Page 4

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes
-Miles "Pudge

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

It is so hard to leave - until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.

Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinetisimal change ripples outward - ever smaller but everlasting. I will get forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.

I just think if you don't say the honest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true, you know, and I-

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back, you know? I mean, there are highlights. And there are streaks. And then there are skunk stripes.

Ben, if you get pee in my brand-new car, I am going to cut your balls off."
Still peeing, Ben looks over at me smirking. "You´re gonna need a hell of a big knife, bro.

Nerd girls are the world’s most underutilized romantic resource. And guys, do not tell me that nerd girls are not hot because that shows a Paris Hilton-esque failure to understand hotness.

Tapi yang menyenangkan bukan sekadar bersama seseorang. Yang menyenangkan adalah ini, bersama orang yang sehati denganmu.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

Right, well, he'd been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, 'You seem to be feeling better this morning,' and Isben looked at her and said, 'On the contrary,' and then he died.

And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains.