John Green citáty

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„Ako sa dostaneme z toho labyrintu utrpenia?“

„Ten úsmev mohol ukončiť vojny a vyliečiť rakovinu.“

„Poznám toľko posledných slov. Ale jej slová sa nedozviem nikdy.“

„Posledné slová sa vždy ťažšie pamätajú, keď neviete, že sa niekto chystá umrieť.“

„Každý z nás občas hľadí hore a uvedomuje si, že je stratený v bludisku.“

„Je labyrintom život alebo umieranie? Čomu sa snaží uniknúť - svetu alebo jeho koncu?“

„Posledné slová Thomasa Edisona boli: "Je to tam krásne." Neviem, kde tam je, ale viem, že niekde je, a dúfam, že je tam krásne.“

„Ja len chcem urobiť niečo, na čom záleží. Alebo byť niekým, na kom záleží. Chcem, aby ostatným na mne záležalo.“

„Umieranie nemôže byť horšie ako byť pozostalý.“

„Chcel som nájsť to veľké Azda“

„A potom tam ležal v horúčke ľútosti a opakoval si teraz zapamätanú poznámku v hlave a chcel plakať, ale namiesto toho cítil len tú bolesť za svojim solar plexom. Plač pridáva na niečom: plačom si ty, plus slzy. Ale ten pocit, ktorý Colin pociťoval, bol nejakým hrozným opakom plaču. Bol si to ty, mínus niečo.“

„Vennov diagram chalanov, ktorí nemajú radi inteligentné dievčatá a chalanov, s ktorými nechceš randiť, má tvar kruhu.“

“Colin did not laugh. Instead he thought, Tampons have strings? Why? Of all the major human mysteries—God, the nature of the universe, etc.—he knew the least about tampons. To Colin, tampons were a little bit like grizzly bears: he was aware of their existence, but he'd never seen one in the wild, and didn't really care to.”

“"'Sup?" asked Hassan.
"Sup is not a word," answered Colin withought looking up.
"You're like sunshine on a cloudy day, Singleton. When it's cold outside, you're the month of May."”

“Tiny Cooper is not the world's gayest person, and he is not the world's largest person, but I believe he may be the world's largest person who is really, really gay, and also the world's gayest person who is really, really large.”

“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.”

“Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.”

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?”

“He just wanted to play robot, for God's sake. Was that so wrong?”

“"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia."
"Huh?" I asked.
"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."”

“Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?”

“The fundamental mistake I had always made—and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make—was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.”

“Thomas Edison's last words were, "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I know it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.”

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

“She has great breasts," the Colonel said without looking up from the whale.
"DO NOT OBJECTIFY WOMEN'S BODIES!" Alaska shouted.
Now he looked up. "Sorry. Perky breasts.”

“Colin's skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.”

“The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing it well or you're doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That is actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.”

“I may not have facts on my side, Hank, but I still think I'm right. That's the American way.”

“Now, Hank, obviously you and I are living proof that sometimes a nerd meets another nerd and they fall in nerd-love.”

“But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. (Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really.)”

“Green, John. (2006). An Abundance of Katherines. New York, New York: Penguin Group, 228..”

“At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.”

“That smile could end wars and cure cancer.”

“Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they'll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.”

“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”

“It was, he thought, just like how authors always wrote things in ways other than how they actually happened.”

“You can say a lot of things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are unduly afraid of deep fryers.”

“I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.”

“And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted to cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus. Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something.”

“He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment—because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.”

“This is why we call people exes, I guess -- because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. It's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. It's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. The X is a diagram of two paths.”