John Green Hipster Quotations

Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

You may be smart, but I've been smart longer.

Does my eye look okay to you?

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating.

I was a fairly shy person - not the hand raising type.

All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

I am a giant squid of anger.

It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially-fraught free throws.

My thoughts are starts I can't fathom into constellations.

I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.

And as we kept driving north, the whole family in the care together, it got darker, and snowier, until finally the road delivered us to the one place that all my youthful trips west never could: home.

It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.

Nothing has ever looked like that ever in all of human history.

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.

This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.

Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

Why are breakfast foods breakfast foods?

Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.

I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

Love is just a shout in the void.

If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.

Is the labyrinth living or dying?

Not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

Did I help you to a fate you didn't want?

Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.

You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.

We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.

She fell apart because that's what happens.

Something invisible snapped inside her.

You say into my cracks and I saw into yours.

The not knowing would not keep me from caring.

Life has become the future.

We were just looking at ideas of each other.

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.

But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou

Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.

When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus...

The world is not a wish-granting factory.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

To be human is to catch the falling person.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

I try to live life so that I can live with myself.

I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

What matters to you defines your mattering.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

Suffering is universal.

We think that we are invincible because we are.

Everything that comes together falls apart.