Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul. — John Green Copy Share Image
“My shoulder pain had been lack-of-oxygen pain. Heart-working-too-hard pain.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be… — John Green Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“Le truc avec la souffrance, c'est qu'elle exige d'être ressentie. That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“Every loss is unprecedented. You can’t ever know someone else’s hurt, not really—just like touching someone else's body isn’t the same as… — John Green Copy Share Image
I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I… — John Green Copy Share Image
“The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up… — John Green Copy Share Image
“One of the challenges with pain—physical or psychic—is that we can really only approach it through metaphor. It can’t be represented the… — John Green Copy Share Image
At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't… — John Green Copy Share Image
I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it… — John Green Copy Share Image
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was… — John Green Copy Share Image
Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause — John Green Copy Share
She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." -… — John Green Copy Share
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea… — John Green Copy Share
“Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song,… — John Green Copy Share
So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I… — John Green Copy Share
“said to him quietly, as if I couldn’t hear or something. Dad was about to respond but I interrupted.” — John Green Copy Share
“He was hot. A nonhotboy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a… — John Green Copy Share
I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually. — John Green Copy Share
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it… — John Green Copy Share
