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John Green Quotes - Page 16

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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.

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.

Hurt, Parent, Suffering

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.116, Penguin

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn't actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn't get smallpox.

Real, Hero, Vaccines

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.177, Penguin

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

Fathers Day, Pride, Father Son

I told myself – as I’ve told myself before – that the body shuts down when 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.

Pain, Body, Consciousness

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.105, Penguin

If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.

Mean, Augustus, Greater Good

"The Fault in Our Stars". Book by John Green, January 2012.

So here's my advice: Study broadly and without fear. Learn a language if you can, because that will make your life more interesting. Read a little bit every day. But more importantly, surround yourself with people who you like and make cool stuff with them. In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

People, Interesting, Advice

I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.

Play, Strings, Betray

John Green (2010). “Paper Towns”, p.108, Bloomsbury Publishing

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.

Sea, Parent, Wade

John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.94, Penguin

Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause

Water, World, Computer

I pointed at the little kids goading each other to jump from rib cage to shoulder and Gus answered just loud enough for me to hear over the din, 'Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.

Kids, Skeletons, Ribs

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.233, Penguin

I always wondered if there was a purpose to the universe, if there was a plan, if there was some sort of organizing factor, hopefully that I played a role in.

Roles, Purpose, Plans

There's not a lot of room for un-ironic emotion in contemporary culture. I think that irony is an important tool in dealing with the world as we find it. It's a tool of protection, but it can also be a tool of incision to get to some truth. But along the way maybe we've lost some of what I think of as the power of straightforward emotion and earnestness and seriousness.

Thinking, Ironic, Important

"Q&A: John Green & Nat Wolff on ‘Paper Towns’ Themes, Inside Jokes, Nicknames". Interview with Seth Kelley, variety.com. July 19, 2015.

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

Reading, Writing, Where You Are

"An Evening of Awesome at Carnegie Hall". nerdfighteria.info. January 15, 2013.

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. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.

Real, Stories, Gus

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.259, Penguin

You listen to people so that you can imagine them, and you hear all the terrible and wonderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

People, Listening, Trying

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.216, A&C Black

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

Real, Light, Ideas

"Paper Towns". Book by John Green, October 16, 2008.

I'm starting to realize that people lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, & so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

Mirrors, People, Towns

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

Pain, Loss, Thinking

John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.169, Penguin

She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.

Play, Waiting, Tails

Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.

Hurt, Love You, Sadness

I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.

Love, Romantic, Eye

The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic

Opposites, Would Be, Patient

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.207, Penguin

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.

Ideas, People, Feelings

John Green, David Levithan (2010). “Will Grayson, Will Grayson”, p.84, Penguin

Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.

Real, Made Up Stories, Ideas

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.200, Penguin UK

Always' was a promise! How can you just break the promise?" "Sometimes people don't always 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.

Believe, Love Is, People

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