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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5d48093 | But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. | John Green | ||
| 5ebf20c | I don't really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost- like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever- totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1. Don't care too much. 2. Shut up. Everything unfortunate that has ever happened to me has stemmed from failure to follow one of the rules. | John Green | ||
| e6ded9f | I have the soul of a private jet owner, and the life of a public transportation rider. It's a real tragedy. | John Green | ||
| 7aee6db | Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won't be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because--like all real love stories--it will die with us, as it should. | John Green | ||
| 636d819 | NOTHING HAS EVER LOOKED LIKE THAT EVER IN ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY," he said. His enthusiasm was adorable. I couldn't resist leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "Just so you know, I'm right here," Mom said. "Sitting next to you. Your mother. Who held your hand as you took your first infantile steps." "It's friendly," I reminded her, turning to kiss her on the cheek. "Didn't feel too friendly," Gus mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. Whe.. | hilarious mothers | John Green | |
| 24ac15f | 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. | John Green | ||
| beec4ad | And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I'd done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me. | John Green | ||
| c518a26 | When you leave a place, it's best to leave. | John Green | ||
| 24a652e | Interesting capitalisation," I said. "Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalisation.The rules of capitalisation are so unfair to words in the middle." | John Green | ||
| 3c6a1eb | It is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves." Easy enough to say when you're a Roman nobleman (or Shakespeare!), but there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars." | John Green | ||
| c6940d7 | And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he pulled me up by my waist onto my tiptoes. As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in a new and fascinating way. The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body, this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and PICC lines and the.. | John Green | ||
| 838e7b1 | That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it? | John Green | ||
| c112e7d | At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part. | John Green | ||
| acb59f7 | Funerals, I had decided, are for the living. | funerals true | John Green | |
| f250e4c | Why are you looking at me like that?" Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." | beautiful enjoy existence john-green pleasures tfios the-fault-in-our-stars | John Green | |
| 7acab0a | I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you. | John Green | ||
| 0a974f5 | The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow. | John Green | ||
| 298a419 | 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. | John Green | ||
| 7d64965 | It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. | John Green | ||
| 20c9e6b | 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 | John Green | ||
| ee2ceb8 | 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 | John Green | ||
| 50b949b | 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." | John Green | ||
| a7a35c4 | Your friendship with her-it sleeps with the fishes. | John Green | ||
| de9aec4 | Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. | tears-prayer | John Green | |
| 157298b | 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.. | John Green | ||
| 0e31abd | A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it. | john-green novel paper-towns young-adult | John Green | |
| 69aecf3 | 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. | John Green | ||
| baa235f | It's nice to have people who will feel guilty for you. | John Green | ||
| 9631cd2 | 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." | John Green | ||
| 5efbabf | if people were rain , i was drizzle and she was a hurricane . | pudge the-colonel | John Green | |
| 8e3cd06 | listening quietly" was my general social strategy." | John Green | ||
| 5c0485d | 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.. | school time | John Green | |
| d53dbe1 | 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.. | John Green | ||
| ac12c87 | 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.. | John Green | ||
| afbd616 | 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. | John Green | ||
| d532382 | That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt. | hardship loving true | John Green | |
| 52cb072 | The marks humans leave are too often scars . | John Green | ||
| 5c0ec45 | 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. | John Green | ||
| 6889898 | That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep. | looking-for-alaska sleep | John Green | |
| 644b052 | 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. | john-green mental-illness turtles-all-the-way-down | John Green | |
| 956c48f | 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. | death hazel-grace pain sickness | John Green | |
| 2e6e5de | 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. | John Green | ||
| 8595d22 | Welcome to the future, Holmesy. It's not about hacking computers anymore; it's about hacking human souls. | John Green | ||
| f99515d | That's the thing about pain... it demands to be felt. | quotes tfios | John Green |