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John Green Quotes - Page 54

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Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous,...It is though.

Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous,...It is though.

Love Is, Miracle, Different

John Green, David Levithan (2010). “Will Grayson, Will Grayson”, p.181, Penguin

According to Maslow, I was stuck on the second level of the pyramid, unable to feel secure in my health and therefore unable to reach for love and respect and art and whatever else, which is, utter horseshit: The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness. Maslow's pyramid seemed to imply I was less human than other people, and most people seemed to agree with him.

Art, Philosophy, Pyramids

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

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. - Van Houten

Memories, Eye, Heaven

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.113, Penguin

I was so tired of her getting upset for no reason. The way she would get sulky and make references to the freaking oppressive nature of tragedy or whatever but then never said what was wrong, never have any goddamned reason to be sad. And I just think you ought to have a reason. My girlfriend dumped me, so I'm sad. I got caught smoking, so I'm pissed off. My head hurts, so I'm cranky. She never had a reason, Pudge. I was just so tired of putting up with her drama. And I just let her go. Christ.

Girlfriend, Hurt, Drama

The whole pleasure of being in a state of unknowing is that as long as you don’t know, all possible outcomes feel as if they are happening.

Long, Outcomes, Pleasure

Ultimately, it doesn't matter if the author intended a symbol to be there, because the job of reading is not to understand the authors intend. The job of reading is to see into other people as we see ourselves.

Jobs, Reading, People

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

Alaska, Suffering, Labyrinth

John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.68, Penguin

You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.

Heart, Perfect, Crooked

Hazel Grace,” he said. “Hi,” I said. “How are you?” “Grand,” he said. “I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction.” (He said “in re.” He really did. That boy.)

Boys, Waiting, Grace

Dutch is not so much a language as an ailment of the throat.

Dutch, Language, Throat

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.127, Penguin UK

That's why people grow weary of listening to Dumpees obsess over their troubles: getting dumped is predictable, repetitive, and boring. They want to stay friends; they feel smothered; it's always them and it's never you; and afterward, you're devastated and their relieved; it's over for them and just starting for you.

People, Listening, Want

John Green (2008). “An Abundance of Katherines”, p.93, Penguin

I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.

Dying, Remember, Forget

John Green (2008). “Looking for Alaska”, p.128, Penguin

Everything's uglier close up," she said. "Not you," I answered.

Said

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.57, A&C Black

The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams. So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

Rain, White, Water

Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.

Beautiful, Hands, People

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.60, Penguin

A desert blessing, an ocean curse.

Ocean, Blessing, Desert

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

"Why are breakfast food breakfast foods?" I asked them. "Like, why don't we have curry for breakfast?" "Hazel, eat." "But why?" I asked. "I mean seriously: How did scrambled eggs get stuck with breakfast exclusivity? You can put bacon on a sandwich without anyone freaking out. But the moment your sandwich has an egg, boom, it's a breakfast sandwich."

Mean, Eggs, Breakfast Food

"The Fault in Our Stars". Book by John Green, January 10, 2012.

You couldn't be more wrong," I said. "You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it." "You're a hard person to comfort," Augustus said. "Easy comfort isn't comforting," I said.

Beautiful, Lying, Parent

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.99, Penguin UK

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.

Memories, Bad Day, Compassion

John Green (2010). “Paper Towns”, p.156, Bloomsbury Publishing

Let me just acknowlege that the function of grammar is to make language as efficent and clear and transparent as possible. But if we’re all constantly correcting each other’s grammar and being really snotty about it, then people stop talking because they start to be petrified that they’re going to make some sort of terrible grammatical error and that’s precisely the opposite of what grammar is supposed to do, which is to facilitate clear communication.

Communication, Errors, Talking

weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.

Thinking, Doe, World

John Green, David Levithan (2010). “Will Grayson, Will Grayson”, p.188, Penguin

The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you'll think "they'll remember me now," but (a) they don't remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.

Stars, Thinking, Rocks

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

I hope we get pulled over, he says. I'd like to see how the cop responds to a black man wearing a Confederate T-shirt over a black dress.

Men, Black, Dresses

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.256, A&C Black

These are all direct quotes, except every time they use a curse word, I'm going to use the name of a famous American poet: 'You Walt Whitman-ing, Edna St. Vincent Millay! Go Emily Dickinson your mom!' 'Thanks for the advice, you pathetic piece of E.E. Cummings, but I think I'm gonna pass.' 'You Robert Frost-ing Nikki Giovanni! Get a life, nerd. You're a virgin.' 'Hey bro, you need to go outside and get some fresh air into you. Or a girlfriend.' I need to get a girlfriend into me? I think that shows a fundamental lack of comprehension about how babies are made.

Mom, Baby, Girlfriend

Don't lie to anyone, but particularly don't lie to millennials. They just know. They can smell it. Be yourself: if you're old, be old. If you don't know anything about pop culture, don't pretend to know anything about pop culture. When you credit teenagers with intelligence and emotional sophistication, they respond intelligently and with emotional sophistication.

Being Yourself, Teenager, Lying

"Crash Course in Community Building and Content Creation". Interview with Heike Young, www.marketingcloud.com. October 6, 2014.

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