John Green

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

Her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

Talking to a drunk person [is] like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

If you don`t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

That`s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they`re pretty. It`s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.

Everything that comes together falls apart. [...] When you stopped wishing things wouldn`t fall apart, you stopped suffering when they did.

You`re only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.

We all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.

What matters to you defines your mattering.

Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That`s me: I`m not that.

The world is not a wish-granting factory.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.