Frases de John Green

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“¿Qué demonios es un instante? Nada es un instante. El arroz instantáneo toma cinco minutos, un budín instantáneo una hora. Dudo que un instante de dolor cegador se sienta particularmente instantáneo.”

“Los verdaderos héroes no son los que hacen cosas, los verdaderos héroes son los que observan las cosas, los que le prestan atención.”

“Es tan probable que hagamos daño al mundo como que lo ayudemos, y seguramente no haremos ninguna de las dos.”

“Podría girarme, y ella también podría girarse. Y podríamos besarnos. Pero ¿qué sentido tiene besarla ahora? Es algo que no irá a ninguna parte. Los dos contemplamos el cielo sin nubes.”

“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. Y luego están los libros como Un dolor imperial, de los que no puedes hablar con nadie, libros tan especiales, escasos y tuyos que revelar el cariño que les tienes parece una traición”

“Incluso si podía verla a ella ahí, me sentía completamente solo entre todos esos grandes y vacíos edificios, como si hubiera sobrevivido a un apocalipsis y como si el mundo se me hubiese dado, este gran, maravilloso e infinito mundo, para que yo lo explorara.”

“La cogía de la mano e intentaba imaginar el mundo sin nosotros, y por un segundo fui lo bastante buena persona para esperar que se muriera y así nunca llegara a enterarse de que yo me moría también. Pero después quise más tiempo para que pudiéramos enamorarnos. He conseguido mi deseo, supongo, y he dejado mi cicatriz”

“Sentía lo injusto que era eso, la injusticia indiscutible de amar a alguien que pudo haberte amado de vuelta, pero no puede porque está ahora muerto.”

“A finales del invierno de mi decimoséptimo año de vida, mi madre llegó a la conclusión de que estaba deprimida, seguramente porque apenas salía de casa, pasaba mucho tiempo en la cama, leía el mismo libro una y otra vez, casi nunca comía y dedicaba buena parte de mi abundante tiempo libre a pensar en la muerte..”

“Y sentí que las lineas de su vida y de la mía se extendían desde nuestra cuna hasta el tipo muerto, desde que nos conocimos hasta ese momento. y quise decirle que para mi el placer no era planificar, hacer o no hacer. el placer era observar nuestros hilos cruzándose, separándose y volviéndose a juntar.”

“Es el miedo que hizo que los peces salieran del agua y desarrollaran pulmones, el miedo que nos enseña a correr, el miedo que hace que enterremos a nuestros muertos.”

“Somos tan indestructibles como queramos creerlo.”

“Me diste un para siempre dentro de días numerados.”

“Cuando las personas tienen que elegir entre civilización y genitales cálidos, eligen genitales cálidos”

“¡Dios mio!, no quiero ser una de esas personas que se sientan y hablan de lo que van a hacer. Simplemente voy a hacerlo. Imaginar el futuro es una especie de nostalgia”

“Irás a las ciudades de papel y nunca más volverás.”

“Ese algo más profundo y más secreto. Son como grietas dentro de ti. Como líneas defectuosas en las que las cosas no encajan bien🍃☁️”

“Cuando dejas de desear que las cosas no se derrumben, dejas de sufrir cuando lo hacen.”

“La "vida después de la vida" es solo algo que inventamos para aminorar el dolor de la pérdida, para volver soportable nuestro tiempo en el laberinto”

“Hazel Grace. Sería un privilegio que mi corazón fuera roto por ti.”

“Si tan solo pudiéramos ver la ola de interminables consecuencias que resultan de nuestras acciones más pequeñas. Pero no podemos saber qué es mejor hasta que el saber se vuelve inútil.”

“Esta es una oportunidad que puede que no tenga nuevamente. Nunca. Incluso si el medicamento está funcionando, no entiendo por qué…”

“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.”