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John Green Quotes about Pain

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That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

Inspirational, Stars, Pain

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

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

Pain, Joy, Broccoli

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.28, Penguin

The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.

Broken Heart, Hurt, Pain

Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.

Life, Pain, Real

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.183, Penguin UK

We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in just standing there, being still, being sad.

Sad, Pain, Real

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

Inspiring, Pain, Thinking

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.35, Penguin

Without pain, we couldn't know joy.

Pain, Joy, Without Pain

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.155, Penguin

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Emo, Pain, Rain

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.114, A&C Black

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Pain, Real, Green

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.176, Penguin

So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that's not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren't constantly berating yourself for being sad.

Beautiful, Hurt, Pain

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

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

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

Pain, Talking, Alaska

She said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, okay. So what is it?" "Suffering," she said. "Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?... Nothing's wrong. But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about."

Christian, Buddhist, Pain

"Looking for Alaska". Book by John Green, 2005.

You can say a lot of bad things about Tiny Cooper. I know, because I have said them. But for a guy who knows absolutely nothing about how to conduct his own relationships, Tiny Cooper is kind of brilliant when it comes to dealing with other people's heartbreak. Tiny is like some gigantic sponge soaking up the pain of lost love everywhere he goes.

Pain, Lost Love, People

John Green, David Levithan (2010). “Will Grayson, Will Grayson”, p.81, Penguin

Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.

Hurt, Pain, Attention

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.97, Penguin UK

There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

Pain

John Green, David Levithan (2010). “Will Grayson, Will Grayson”, p.169, Penguin

Suffering can bend & break us. But it can also break us open to become the persons God intended us to be. It depends on what we do with the pain. If we offer it back to God, He will use it to do great things in us & through us, because suffering is fertile... it an grow new life.

Pain, Suffering, New Life

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and I cried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain.

Pain, Sadness, Loving Someone

John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.113, Penguin

I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain.

Pain, Dad, Parent

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.274, Penguin

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

Pain, Going Away, Trying

"Looking for Alaska". Book by Looking for Alaska, March 3, 2005.

What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

Pain, Real, Heart

John Green (2008). “Looking for Alaska”, p.110, Penguin

I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me to imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well – but never quite perfectly, you know?

Pain, Believe, Thinking

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.301, A&C Black

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.

Pain, Thinking, Joy

Interview with Jade Chang, www.goodreads.com. December, 2012.

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