John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
real giving teeth
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.
death real writing
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
hurt helping universe
We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.
matter way swing-sets
No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.
falling-in-love cancer eye
She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
eye house trying
But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
real stories gus
Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.
romantic heartbreak stars
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
mean augustus greater-good
If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.
romantic real believe
But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.
death cancer honor
Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
real ideas made-up-stories
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.
waffles bread
Waffles are just awesome bread.
real hands soul
Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.