Quotes by John Green

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

This is your war now. I despised myself for the cheesy sentiment, but what else did I have?Some war, he said dismissively. What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. Theyre made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Graze, with a predetermined winner.

Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’slike to be dying, and (b) not have died.

I would not be dying if it were not for her. I would have stayed home, as I have always stayed home, and I would have been safe, and I would have done the one thing I have always wanted to do, which is to grow up.

And, since they are theater people, they are all talking. All of them. Simultaneously. They do not need to be heard; they only need to be speaking.

Honestly, I dont even like my type of girl that much, let alone other types. Not that Im asexual or something - I just find Romance Drama unbearable.

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life.

I just want to be enough for you, but I never can be. This can never be enough for you. But this is all you get. You get me, and your family, and this world. This is your life. Im sorry if it sucks. But youre not going to be the first man on Mars and youre not going to be an NBA star, and youre not going to hunt Nazis.

We care about the dead. We try with our lives to honor theirs. That’s how we make our lives meaningful, and how we make their lives meaningful, too.

I think if you went back to the eighteenth century and you asked a fifteen year old boy, Would you like to marry a woman who has had plastic bags needlessly inserted into her breasts?, that fifteen year old boy would probably be like, whats plastic?.

She’s adorable .” “How would you know?” “I’m gay, not blind. Her hair’s all poofy and she’s got a great nose. I mean, a great nose. And, what? What do you people like? Boobs? She seems to have boobs. They seem to be of approximately normal boob size. What else do you want?

The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall

We told Mom about the Anne Frank House, leaving out the kissing.Did you go back to chez Van Houten afterward? Mom asked.Augustus didnt even give me time to blush.Nah, we just hung out at a café. Hazel amused me with some Venn diagram humor.He glanced at me. God, he was sexy.

I didnt know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someonewho might have loved you back but cant due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumis headrest, and Icried, whimpering, and I didnt even feel sadness so much as pain.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities- The Fault in our Stars

We are living the American Dream, which is, of course, to benefit from someone else’s misfortune.

She noted, more than once, that the meteor shower was happening, beyond the overcast sky, even if we could not see it. Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.

I wasnt disappointed. My expectations had been met.

Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.