I have an Augustus Waters fetish,” I explained.

Me olvidarán, pero pero las historias persistirán. Y por eso todos importamos quizá menos que muchos, pero siempre más que nadie

The pleasure isn’t in doing the thing; the pleasure is in planning it.

But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?

Illness can be undignified. Suffering does not have a purpose, and relationships are complicated. In the most painful way a person can, Hazel comes to realize, that love does not, cannot, conquer death. What it...

We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken. But everyone has a tendency.

She wasn’t a particularly funny person. It suited her professionally – I mean, you don’t want your cancer surgeon to walk into the examination room and be like, “Guy walks into a bar. Bartender says,...

Sería un honor tener el corazón roto por ti, Hazel Grace.

… Their sneak-out was over. But by then it was too late. In his mind, Katherine I was already becoming Katherine XIX. She would soon retake the throne that, all along, had rightfully been hers.

He shook his head, just looking at me. – “What?” I asked.- “Nothing” he said.- “Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and...

And the moral of the story is that you don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts/

Algunas veces lees un libro, sientes un extraño afán evangelizador y estás convencido de que este desastrado mundo no se recuperará hasta que todos los seres humanos lo lean. Luego están los libros de los...

Oh my God. I’ve seen him at parties. The things I would do to that boy. I mean, not now that I know you’re interested in him. But, oh sweet holy Lord, I would ride...

The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real.

All writing is rewriting.

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

Sin dolor, no podriamos conocer la alegria

I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do. And I got so backwards, trying to...

Well yeah, but now I’m highly motivated to get you out.” This is what I love about novels, both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you...

John Green is a very handsome, intelligent, and wise man. He smells really weird though.

I think the future deserves our faith. But it is hard to argue with Emily Dickinson.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

I know it’s impossible for you to see your peers this way, but when you’re older, you start to see them–the bad kids and the good kids and all kids–as people. They’re just people, who...

So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I don’t even know how ugly and pretty get decided – maybe...

Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

If people were rain, I’d be a drizzle and she’d be a hurricane.

Headline?” he asked.”‘Swing Set Needs Home,'” I said.”‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'” he said.”‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'” I said.

I fell in love with you the same way you fall asleep. Slowly then all at once,

It’s just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up

Oh my god, I am a banana.

I had to tell her she would die. Her social worker said I had to tell her. I had to tell her she would die, so I told her she was going to heaven. She...

Girls think they’re only allowed to wear dresses on formal occasions, but I like a woman who says, you know, I’m going over to see a boy who is having a nervous breakdown, a boy...

And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room...

I’m a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think…

What’s the point in being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you...

When was the last good kiss you had?

Pain demands to be felt.

As a reader, I don’t feel a story has an obligation to make me happy. I want stories to show me a bigger world than the one I know.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

I just want to domething that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.