John Green may refer to:
All of us, poor & rich alike, have been conditioned by our upbringings. Impoverished men & women may become lulled into a state of "learned helplessness" without hope to change their lives. Likewise, the wealthy can walk in a state of "learned blindness" ignoring the desperation of the local & global poor.
He may be a malevolent sorcerer, but Tiny Cooper is his own goddamned man, and if he wants to be a gigantic skipper, then that's his right as a huge American.
Mom sobbed something into Dad's chest that I wish I hadn't heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, "I won't be a mom anymore. " It gutted me pretty badly.
Augustus: “You probably need some rest. ” Me: “I’m okay. ” Augustus: “Okay. ” (Pause. ) “What are you thinking about?” Me: “You. ” Augustus: “What about me?” Me: “‘I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendos, The blackbird whistling Or just after. ’” Augustus: “God, you are sexy. ” Me: “We could go to your room. ” Augustus: “I’ve heard worse ideas.
Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.
Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.
Have you really read all those books in your room?” Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.
A drink this good deserves one's best posture.
When adults say, "Teenagers think they are 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. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.
When it comes to girls (and in Colin's case, it so often did), everyone has a type. Colin Singleton's type was not physical but linguistic: he liked Katherines. And not Katies or Kats or Kitties or Cathys or Rynns or Trinas or Kays or Kates or, god forbid, Catherines. K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E. He had dated 19 girls. All of them had been named Katherine. And all of them- every single solitary one- had dumped him.
I spent your Wish on that doucheface,” I said into his chest. “Hazel Grace. No. I will grant you that you did spend my one and only Wish, but you did not spend it on him. You spent it on us.
Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce.
Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are. . . People are different when you can smell them and see them up close.
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.
It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person I was or the whatever I am now.
Patients are almost always preceded by their parents, because no matter how fast an ambulance can drive, terrified parents can drive faster.
You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.
That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.
We left. We did not say: Don't drive, You're drunk. We did not say: We aren't letting you in that car when you are upset. We did not say: We insist on going with you. We did not say: This can wait until tomorrow. Anything-everything-can wait.
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.