814 Quotes About John-green

I knew this trick. It was a psychology trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.

Still, the mere idea of a plan appealed to me.

But I think about the circles kid sometimes, because I can sort of understand him. I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.

I set my alarm for the ungodly hours of six in the morning, and spent the next few hours trying in vain to fall asleep.

It’s total bullshit,” he said. “The whole thing. Eightypercent survival rate and he’s in the twenty percent? Bullshit. He was such a bright kid. It’s bullshit. I hate it. But it was sure a privilege to lovehim, huh?”I nodded into his shirt.“Gives you an idea how I feel about you,” he said.My old man. He always knew just what to say.

I have some pictures, but he never really wrote me letters. Except, well there are some missing pages from his notebook that might have been something for me, but I guess he threw them away or they got lost or something.

Mornings were his best time, usually.

The sequel was a tiny thing to die for, but it was the biggest thing left at his disposal.

I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn’t see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.