At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze. John Green More Quotes by John Green More Quotes From John Green This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are. John Green where-you-arereadingwriting Books belong to their readers. John Green readerbook I think inspiration is always around; it's just a question of whether or not you're noticing it. John Green noticinginspirationthinking What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person. John Green hipsterlifebelieve We all matter - maybe less then a lot but always more than none. John Green matter I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you. John Green eyeloveromantic That's absolutely true, about the eight glasses a day. There's no reason whatsoever to drink eight glasses of water a day unless you, for whatever reason, particularly like the taste of water. Most experts agree that unless there's something horribly wrong with you, you should just drink water whenever you're - get this - thirsty. John Green eightglasseswater Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back. John Green realinspirationalbook I figured something out. The future is unpredictable. John Green unpredictablehumorousinspirational When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out. John Green lightrealideas Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you. John Green griefchangeloss All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. John Green hipsterhousepeople 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. John Green sadnessgonefun You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that wasn't made for them by navigating a playground that was. John Green distancewindkids When was the last good kiss you had? John Green hazel-grace-lancasterkissinglasts I do not say goodbye. I believe that's one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It's not like you're given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. John Green choicesgoodbyebelieve Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome. John Green internetweathermoving The town was paper, but the memories were not. John Green hipstertownsmemories Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave. John Green mightgoodbyeideas You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. John Green greenrealremember
