J. Green Quotes

That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.

You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.

The act of leaning in to kiss someone, or asking them, is fraught with the possibility of rejection, so the person least likely to get rejected should do the leaning in or the asking.

He missed her like crazycakes.

He missed his imagined future.

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired.

She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." - Alaska

‎"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

Every paper girl needs at least one string.

In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

Everybody was so kind. Strong, too. In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." "Quick, give me a throw pillow and some thread because that needs to be an Encouragement.

And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.

Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

Bro, it's dark. You can't go to a strange building with a mysterious address in the dark. Haven't you ever seen a horror movie?

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

I even tried to tell myself to live my best life today.

The important thing is not whatever nonsense the voices are saying, but what the voices are feeling.

Your friendship with her-it sleeps with the fishes.

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.

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.

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

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

I would argue that stupidity is born out of bad reading, bad teaching and bad thinking!

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

I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.

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

Easy comfort isn't comforting

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

A desert blessing, an ocean curse.

If you don’t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. It’s like fight club.

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.

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

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.

She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.

He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!' he screamed. 'So that's Sara,' I said. 'Yes.' 'She seems nice.

Facts, even false ones, cannot be copyrighted.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

This is it. I can't even not smoke anymore

You can't just make me different and then leave. You can't. You can't change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.

We have to live with ambiguity. We have to give ourselves over to it. The question is: How? How are we going to live in a universe where important questions will always go unanswered?

When it works, anticipation is far more fulfilling than surprise, because we are reminded that a sunrise is precisely as magnificent as it is inevitable.