Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
JOHN GREENPoetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
JOHN GREENTalking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.
JOHN GREENThe marks humans leave are too often scars.
JOHN GREENNot that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That’s me: I’m not that.
JOHN GREENThe world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.
JOHN GREENAs he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
JOHN GREENYou don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
JOHN GREENGod knows that’s what everyone else does.
JOHN GREENWithout pain, how could we know joy?
JOHN GREENWhat you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.
JOHN GREENSometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
JOHN GREENThere is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
JOHN GREENYou cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller.
JOHN GREENIt is so hard to leave, until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
JOHN GREENMy thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
JOHN GREENYou can love someone so much but you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
JOHN GREEN