John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
people
I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.
dying remember forget
I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.
causes finals everlasting-life
And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?
people listening want
That's why people grow weary of listening to Dumpees obsess over their troubles: getting dumped is predictable, repetitive, and boring. They want to stay friends; they feel smothered; it's always them and it's never you; and afterward, you're devastated and their relieved; it's over for them and just starting for you.
dutch language throat
Dutch is not so much a language as an ailment of the throat.
teaching reading thinking
I would argue that stupidity is born out of bad reading, bad teaching and bad thinking!
boys waiting grace
Hazel Grace,” he said. “Hi,” I said. “How are you?” “Grand,” he said. “I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction.” (He said “in re.” He really did. That boy.)
curfew
History doesn't have a curfew.
heart perfect crooked
You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.
alaska suffering labyrinth
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.
jobs reading people
Ultimately, it doesn't matter if the author intended a symbol to be there, because the job of reading is not to understand the authors intend. The job of reading is to see into other people as we see ourselves.
memories might keepsakes
I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.
persons
Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.
long outcomes pleasure
The whole pleasure of being in a state of unknowing is that as long as you don’t know, all possible outcomes feel as if they are happening.