John Green may refer to:
What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?
I like to build places online where readers can have productive conversations about books.
You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.
The idea is that for ten minutes, we forget that we have feelings. And we forget about protecting ourselves or other people and we just say the truth. For ten minutes. And then we can go back to being lame.
I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be glad to have me around, but I was the alpha and the omega of my parents' suffering.
At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.
Crying is you, plus tears
March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence
I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.
Love is the most common miracle.
You've got a lifetime to mull over the Buddhist understanding of interconnectedness. " He spoke every sentence as if he'd written it down, memorized it, and was now reciting it. "But while you were looking out the window, you missed the chance to explore the equally interesting Buddhist belief in being present for every facet of your daily life, of being truly present. Be present in this class. And then, when it's over, be present out there," he said, nodding toward the lake and beyond. ' ~Dr. Hyde, pg 50
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.
I realized that all my life, my values were based upon typical middle-class American values: hard work, doing good, living well, owning things, following the rules & being the best I can be. . . but God clearly says, "those are not MY values. I value justice, mercy & humility.
Hazel GRACE!” he shouted. “You did not use your one dying Wish to go to Disney World with your parents. ” “Also Epcot Center,” I mumbled. “Oh, my God,” Augustus said. “I can’t believe I have a crush on a girl with such cliché wishes.
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
Nothing,” I said. “I’m just…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. “I’m just very, very fond of you.
I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.
. . . she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.
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.