Right, except I’m not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?— John Green
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.―John Green
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world… but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.
Maybe ‘okay’ will be our ‘always.’
Some tourists think that Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
Books are so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
ÛÏPeople were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos, is because things are being loved and people are being used.Û
People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos, is because things are being loved and people are being used.
But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.
I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.
I may die young, but at least I’ll die smart.
Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.
When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.
…thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
We can’t love our neighbors till we know how crooked their hearts are.
I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
Youth is counted sweetest by those who are no longer young.
What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.
That’s the thing about pain…it demands to be felt.
You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
I’m in love with cities I’ve never been to and people I’ve never met.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?