J. Green Quotes

She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as a I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.

That tastes like hope feels.

And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle.

Also, it was a bit hopeless," he said. "A bit defeatist." "If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree." "I don't think defeatism is honest, " Dad answered. "I refuse to accept that.

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality

You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.

Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.

I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for.

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

I kind of conned you into believing you were falling in love with a healthy person.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

Hurt tends to drown out sorry.

And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.

I learned that myth doesn’t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.

feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.

my lungs sucked at being lungs.

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back.

I spent your Wish on that doucheface,” I said into his chest. “Hazel Grace. No. I will grant you that you did spend my one and only Wish, but you did not spend it on him. You spent it on us.

Depression is a side effect of dying. (Almost everything is, really).

I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.

What happened?" "During the kiss?" "No, with you and Caroline." "Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer suffering from personhood.

The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.

As far as all of our identities are dependent on how other people imagine us we are all making ourselves and each other up all the time

You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.

It's nice to have people who will feel guilty for you.

Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.

That was part of her, and you used to know it. It's like now you only care about the Alaska you made up.

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

But it is a pipe." "No, it's not," I said. It's a drawing of a pipe. Get it? All representations of a thing are inherently abstract. It's very clever.

"You are fairly smart," I said after a while. "You are fairly good at compliments," he answered.

Need is never a good basis for any relationship.

Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?

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

I tried--I swear I tried. But you didn't want to hear what I was saying, and I used that as an excuse to let it go on.

Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.

And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.

...It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.

It was psychological trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.

Isaac out of surgery. It went well. He's officially NEC. NEC meant "no evidence of cancer." A second text came a few seconds later. I mean, he's blind. So that's unfortunate.

I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.