John Green may refer to:
You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet.
I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.
What's that?" "The laundry basket?" "No, next to it. " "I don't see anything next to it. " "It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.
I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.
A desert blessing, an ocean curse.
Home is Where the Heart Is, Good Friends Are Hard to Find and Impossible to Forget. True Love is Born from Hard Times.
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 you leave, it's supposed to be a good one.
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.
What can we do?" Mom asked again. I shrugged. But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my legs really tight and I wrapped my arms all the way around my mom's middle and they held on to me for hours while the tide rolled in.
She did not need to fold into herself and self-destruct. Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, "Teenagers think the hate invincible," with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.
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.
Ya gotta live somewhere, but also you GET to live somewhere.
Boys do not have the monopoly in Staring Business, after all.
Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used to cut diamonds.
That doesn't sound like my Margo", she said, and I thought of my Margo, and all of us looking at her reflection in different funhouse mirrors.
Waffles are just awesome bread.
Wow,” I said. “Are you making this up?” “Hazel Grace, could I, with my meager intellectual capacities, make up a letter from Peter Van Houten featuring phrases like ‘our triumphantly digitized contemporaneity’?” “You could not,” I allowed. “Can I, can I have the email address?” “Of course,” Augustus said, like it was not the best gift ever.
This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore
Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating.
Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food.