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I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.
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John Green |
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The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.
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John Green |
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No shit. If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms, do me a favor and shoot me.
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John Green |
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It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
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m`lm `lwmmwn prsyd khy byn m t Hl drbrhy zndgy byn brh rw'yprdzy khrdh w hmh dstshwn rw brdn bl. wnwqt m`lmmwn bhmwn gft khh byn brh bd b sr`t dwyst khylwmtr dr s`t dr Hl wzydnh w dmy wn t mnfy sy drjh myrsh w hych khsyjny hm nyst w m wnj dr `rD chnd thnyh mymyrym wn mtkhSSi khshtni rw'yhy adm bwd
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3 whole Catfish, Wrapped separately Veet (It's for Shaving your legs Only you don't Need A razor. It's with all the Girly cosmetic stuff) Vaseline six pack, Mountain Dew One dozen Tulips one Bottle Of water Tissues One Can of blue Spray paint
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Sometimes I don't get you," I said. She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled at the television and said, "You never get me. That's the whole point."
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Your friendship with her-it sleeps with the fishes.
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John Green |
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Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears.
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tears-prayer
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John Green |
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Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song, "Holland, 1945," and then onto Lake Shore Drive, the waves of Lake Michigan crashing against the boulders by the Drive, the windows cracked to get the car to defrost, the dirty, bracing, cold air rushing in, and I love the way Chicago smells--Chicago is brackish lake water and soot and sweat and grease and I love..
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A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it.
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john-green
novel
paper-towns
young-adult
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Ninety-nine percent of the time, your parents never have to know, though. The school doesn't want your parents to think you became a fuckup here any more than you want your parents think you're a fuckup.
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It's nice to have people who will feel guilty for you.
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Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said. Isaac shot me a look. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don't you believe in true love?" I didn't answer. I didn't have an answer. But I thought that if true love did exist, that was a pretty good definition of it."
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if people were rain , i was drizzle and she was a hurricane .
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pudge
the-colonel
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John Green |
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listening quietly" was my general social strategy."
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John Green |
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I spent the next three hours in classrooms, trying not to look at the clocks over various blackboards, and then looking at the clocks, and then being amazed that only a few minutes had passed since I last looked at the clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight for the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand yea..
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school
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That's what I was thinking about before you came. I was thinking about your mattering business. I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do. And I got so backwards, trying to make myself matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught..
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Like any good teacher, she tolerated little dissension. She smoked and talked and ate for an hour without stopping, and I scribbled in my notebook as the muddy waters of tangents and cosines began to clarify. But not everyone was so fortunate. As Alaska zipped through something obvious about linear equations, stoner/baller Hank Walsten said, "Wait, wait. I don't get it." "That's because you have eight functioning brain cells." "Studies show..
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The madness of wealth. Sometimes you think you're spending the money, but all along the money's spending you. But only if you worship it. You serve whatever you worship.
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John Green |
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That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
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hardship
loving
true
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John Green |
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The marks humans leave are too often scars .
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And I knew I would remember that feeling, underneath the split-up sky, back before the machinery of fate ground us into one thing or another, back when we could still be everything.
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That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.
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looking-for-alaska
sleep
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I would always be like this, always have this within me. There was no beating it. I would never slay the dragon, because the dragon was also me. My self and the disease were knotted together for life.
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john-green
mental-illness
turtles-all-the-way-down
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and I told myself -- as I've told myself before -- that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn't slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.
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death
hazel-grace
pain
sickness
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Sometimes you happen to run across a brilliant run of radio songs, where each tie one station goes to commercial, you scan to another that has just started to play a song you love but had almost forgotten about, a song you never would've picked but turns out to be perfect for shouting along to.
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Welcome to the future, Holmesy. It's not about hacking computers anymore; it's about hacking human souls.
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John Green |
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That's the thing about pain... it demands to be felt.
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quotes
tfios
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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.
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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.... and nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. The final three stanzas of 'Song of Myself" were ..
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And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.
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John Green |
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We think that we are invincible because we are.
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If you go to the Rijksmuseum, which I really wanted to do- but who are we kidding, neither of us can walk through a museum. But anyway, I looked at the collection online before we left. If you were to go, and hopefully someday you will, you would see a lot of paintings of dead people. You'd see Jesus on the cross, and you'd see a dude getting stabbed in the neck, and you'd see people dying at sea and in battle and a parade of martyrs. But N..
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Lidewij, I believe Agustus Waters sent a few pages from a notebok to Peter Van Houten shortly before he (Augustus) died. It is very important to me that someone reads these pages. I want to read them, of course, but maybe they weren't written for me. Regardless, they must be read. They must be. Can you help? Your friend, Hazel Grace Lancaster "She responded late that afternoon." Dear Hazel, I did not know that Augustus had die..
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But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley
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And I can't help but feel that Whitman, for all his blustering beauty, might have been just a bit too optimistic. We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass -- but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become one another.
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I know what happens a the end of falling-landing
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landing
love
true
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John Green |
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I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.
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forgotten
memory
remembering
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I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
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John Green |
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The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. a
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John Green |
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What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding in an hour.
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philosophical
realization
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John Green |
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The beers all broke," he says again, and nods toward the split-open cooler, gallons of foaming liquid pouring out from inside it. We try to call Ben buy he can't hear us because he's to busy screaming, "IT'S GONNA BLOW!" as he races acrossthe field. His graduation robe flies up in the gray dawn, his bony bare ass esposed."
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Because you're my friend, wingnut.
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gideon
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