John Green, Looking For Alaska Quotes

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

This one's for Alaska Young!

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.

So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.

I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.

I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die

I’m really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why, or what.

You gave me forever within the numbered days.

... going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.

We need never to be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.

We have to forgive to survive in this labyrinth [of suffering]

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and Ihated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

All right. The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding in an hour.

Chip, she’s gone, ” and he said, “I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone

If people were rain I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.

... if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

That didn't happen, of course. Things never happenedlike I imagined them.

You can’t burn down a made-up place.

we need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken

And we'll call you...hmmm. Pudge.""Huh?""Pudge, " the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right.

Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.

The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall