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6878103
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Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.
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John Green |
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392d84c
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He responded a few minutes later. Okay. I wrote back. Okay. He responded: Oh, my God, stop flirting with me!
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John Green |
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d66098d
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You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
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writing
life
language
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John Green |
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ec7968e
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Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."
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rain
poetry
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John Green |
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6458577
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It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
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infinity
infinities
tfios
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John Green |
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f0fab8c
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Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.
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John Green |
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ce407e3
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Augustus, perhaps you'd like to share your fears with the group." "My fears?" "Yes." "I fear oblivion," he said without a moment's pause. "I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark." "Too soon," Isaac said, cracking a smile. "Was that insensitive?" Augustus asked. "I can be pretty blind to other people's feelings."
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isaac
hazel-grace
blind
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John Green |
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7c5f98f
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I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I'd never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about Lidewij and her boyfriend, I felt robbed. I would probably never again see the ocean from thirty thousand feet above, so far up that you can't make out the waves or any boats, so that the ocean is a great and endless monolith. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn't see it again, and it occurred t..
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tfios
hazel
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John Green |
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72da020
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Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS."
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John Green |
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da99980
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Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.
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John Green |
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287c7a8
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For she had embodied the Great Perhaps--she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.
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John Green |
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52d61ac
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The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.
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rules
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John Green |
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d802270
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It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.
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coincidence
chaos
chance
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John Green |
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23af124
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That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt
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John Green |
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3029899
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People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.
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John Green |
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b3cb07f
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There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. "My name is Augustus Waters," he said. "I'm seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I'm just here today at Isaac's request." "And how are you feeling?" asked Patrick. "Oh, I'm grand." Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my ..
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life
john-green
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John Green |
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a9d62ca
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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."
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John Green |
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90b6c20
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At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
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suffering
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John Green |
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724b00c
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Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
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illness
death
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John Green |
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b81c2c9
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How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?
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John Green |
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fec27f2
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That smile could end wars and cure cancer.
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John Green |
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b6d072a
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We never really talked much or even looked at each other, but it didn't matter because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe even more intimate than eye contact anyway. I mean, anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.
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love
turtles-all-the-way-down
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John Green |
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1212dd4
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Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.
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mental-illness
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John Green |
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10072b0
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Some wars," he said dismissively. "What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner."
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John Green |
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4927315
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It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.
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John Green |
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77b8732
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She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.
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John Green |
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5379bec
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And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.
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John Green |
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4504531
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you can never love someone as much as you miss them.
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John Green |
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e91c16a
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All salvation is temporary," Augustus shot back. "I bought them a minute. Maybe that's the minute that buys them an hour, which is the hour that buys them a year. No one's gonna buy them forever, Hazel Grace, but my life bought them a minute. And that's not nothing."
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the-fault-in-our-stars
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John Green |
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329483d
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Ma'am," Augustus said, nodding toward her, "Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police."
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John Green |
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f03ab6e
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She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I lef..
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John Green |
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d58d4f8
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Augustus," I said. "Really. You don't have to do this." "Sure I do," he said. "I found my Wish." "God, you're the best," I told him. "I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel," he answered."
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travel
wish
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John Green |
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69dcff4
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We were kissing. I thought: This is good. I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all. I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe. Suddenly she laughed and pulled away from me. She wiggled a hand out of her sleeping bag and wiped her face. "You slobbered on my nose," she said, and laughed"
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John Green |
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ea716ad
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YOU WILL GO TO THE PAPER TOWNS AND YOU WILL NEVER COME BACK
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John Green |
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829261e
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Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch.
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John Green |
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8aab9cf
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She loved mysteries so much that she became one.
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John Green |
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f473861
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Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.
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John Green |
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48b42c9
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Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn't unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn't want to.
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John Green |
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a4e7c1c
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You're both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. You're the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. You're the storyteller and the story told. You are somebody's something, but you are also your you.
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life
page-257
john-green
turtles-all-the-way-down
stories
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John Green |
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0a66f48
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I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
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unfair
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John Green |
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0132be5
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But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.
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John Green |
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cba6d84
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no one ever says good-bye unless they want to see you again. aa
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John Green |
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f117a3f
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We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said. "I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus." "Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart." "I would tell Him myself," Augustus said, "but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me."
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John Green |
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dda3db5
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Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are. [But] I pick you. We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you.
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John Green |