The nature of the love between a parent and child really is literally stronger than death. As long as either person in… — John Green Copy Share Image
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving. — John Green Copy Share Image
But that wasn't quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten. And here it was, the great… — John Green Copy Share Image
The way we still essentializ, we're constantly essentializing people as merely poor, or merely other, and in the end you can't have… — John Green Copy Share Image
It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. — John Green Copy Share Image
Hazel has to realize that her mom was wrong when she said, “I won’t be a mother anymore.” The truth is, after… — John Green Copy Share Image
She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still… — John Green Copy Share Image
And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she… — John Green Copy Share Image
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still… — John Green Copy Share Image
I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame,… — John Green Copy Share Image
In our hyper-secular world, worship is still inevitable. But it is vital to remember that our gods don't choose us, we choose… — John Green Copy Share Image
We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I… — John Green Copy Share Image
The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness. — John Green Copy Share Image
People talk about the courage of cancer patients, and I do not deny that courage. I had been poked and stabbed and… — John Green Copy Share Image
But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ship s sink, or maybe… — John Green Copy Share Image
I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our… — John Green Copy Share Image
Whether the author intended a symbolic resonance to exist in her book is irrelevant. All that matters is whether it's there. Because… — John Green Copy Share Image
I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved… — John Green Copy Share Image
I think one of the most important differences between us is that you are excellent at living in a way that is… — John Green Copy Share Image
We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a… — John Green Copy Share Image
And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect… — John Green Copy Share Image
I am still bowled over by this great young adult novel by David Levithan called 'Every Day,' which is about a character… — John Green Copy Share Image
But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley — John Green Copy Share Image
He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting… — John Green Copy Share Image
And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from… — John Green Copy Share Image
These little contradictions are in all of us. They're in me at least. And so I forgot that I had been awake… — John Green Copy Share Image
The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light. — John Green Copy Share Image
Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re… — John Green Copy Share Image
Is it still cool to go to the mall?' she asked. 'I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's… — John Green Copy Share Image
still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of… — John Green Copy Share Image
Too pissed off to cry, I said, 'This is only making me hate her. I don't want to hate her. And what's… — John Green Copy Share Image
Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. — John Green Copy Share Image
I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined. — John Green Copy Share Image
You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“said to him quietly, as if I couldn’t hear or something. Dad was about to respond but I interrupted.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls. — John Green Copy Share Image
