Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.— John Green
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Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.
I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.
...And in freedom, most people find sin.
It hurts because it matters.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.
We just use the future to escape the present.
All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war
I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
You can love someone so much... But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
Waffles аrе јust awesome bread.
The town was paper, but the memories were not.
Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are.
I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.
It's not life or death, the labyrinth.
Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
I notice you're a nerd is like saying, 'hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful that vapid, that you believe that there are thing that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan.
You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
Lonley, Vaguely pedophilic swing set seeks the butts of children.
I don't know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
There's a stark difference between the words 'prodigy' and 'genius.
' Prodigies can very quickly learn what other people have already figured out; geniuses discover that which no one has ever previously discovered. Prodigies learn; geniuses do.
Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used to cut diamonds.
the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.
As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?
The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams.
So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
The thing about That Guy Is a Gigolo,' Radar says, 'I mean, the thing about it as a game, is that in the end it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it does about the person being imagined.
Headline?" he asked. "'Swing Set Needs Home,'" I said. "'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'" he said. "'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'" I said.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.
I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you laid. -Alaska Young
I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.
Maybe there is something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.
She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.
Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean: "Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it." "What’s that?" Anna asked. "Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.
I don't suppose I can wear the flamingo tie," he said as he pulled on black socks. "It's a bit festive, given the occasion," I responded. "Can't wear it to the opera," said the Colonel, almost smiling. "Can't wear it to a funeral. Can't use it to hang myself. It's a bit useless, as ties go." I gave him a tie.
I really like umbrellas. It's like, I have a roof! I carry it with me! Umbrellas always amuse me.
If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.
Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager." "Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.
And I put the latte down on a table, awash in the happy middle of my greatest adventure.
Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.
I don't like reindeer. They seem like regular deer, only more dangerous.
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday.
And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.