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Without pain, how could we know joy?

John Green

He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
JOHN GREEN

Act Head Inside Magic Page Reading
Don’t make stuff because you want to make money – it will never make you enough money.
JOHN GREEN

Enough Hard Time Money Stuff
He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
JOHN GREEN

Act Head Inside Magic Page Reading
The past feels distant, even when it’s near. The future feels assured, even when it isn’t.
JOHN GREEN

Assure Distant Feeling Future Past
You cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller.
JOHN GREEN

Algorithm Book Invention
Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we’re quoting.
JOHN GREEN

Favourite People Story
What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.
JOHN GREEN

Broken Heart Person Understand Unhappy
Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.
JOHN GREEN

Broken Heart Hurt People Promise Understand
You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
JOHN GREEN

Abundance Happen Remember
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
JOHN GREEN

Couple Friendship Idiot Need
That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.
JOHN GREEN

Book Die Life Sentence Truth
I may die young, but at least I’ll die smart.
JOHN GREEN

Die Inspirational One Liner Smart Young
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
JOHN GREEN

Screw She Time
You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
JOHN GREEN

Busy Ideas Yourself
I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.
JOHN GREEN

Except Philosophy Survival
Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
JOHN GREEN

Pain Poetry Rain Soul

Without pain, how could we know joy?

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