814 Quotes About John-green

I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed. I was a fairly shy person – not the hand-raising type. And yet, just this once, I decided to speak.

At least I carpe’d that one diem.

You just look cute and be that weird mix of innocent and confident, and we’ll be fine.

But, oh well. Money’s for spendin.

And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn’t planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together – but that seemed too cheesy to say, and anyway, she was standing up.

I felt significantly more tired than I had back at 5:55, and I would have skipped school, except I had perfect attendance, and while I realized that perfect attendance is not particularly impressive or even necessarily admirable, I wanted to keep the streak alive.

I was extraordinarily confused, because the one thing happening in my universe was Mr. Jiminez writing on the blackboard, and I couldn’t fathom how he could be both an auditory and a visual presence in my life.

That night, I lay on my side, staring out the window into the invisible world outside. I kept trying to fall asleep, but then my eyes would dart open, just to check.

I felt a flicker of disappointment.