#green

Never stay up on the barren heights of cleverness, but come down into the green valleys of silliness. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#cleverness #come #down #green #heights

I imagined the Augustus Waters analysis of that comment: If I am playing basketball in heaven, does that imply a physical location of a heaven containing physical basketballs? Who makes the basketballs in question? Are there less fortunate souls in heaven who work in a celestial basketball factory so that I can play? Or did an omnipotent God create the basketballs out of the vacuum of space? Is this heaven in some kind of unobservable universe where the laws of physics don't apply, and if so, why in the hell would I be playing basketball when I could be flying or reading or looking at beautiful people or something else I actually enjoy? It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than either the person I was or whatever I am now. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #beauty

The sincerity of the art worker must permeate the song as naturally as the green leaves break through the dead branches in springtime. ↗

— Alma Gluck

#branches #break #dead #green #leaves

All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#dear friend #ever #friend #golden #gray

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do. ↗

— J. Milton Hayes

#eye #five #god #green #had

Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized. ↗

— Adolf Hitler

#blue #fields #green #ought #paints

It's just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.' 'Right, it's primarily his hotness,' I said. 'It can be sort of blinding,' he said. 'It actually did blind our friend Isaac,' I said. 'Terrible tragedy, that. But can I help my own deadly beauty?' 'You cannot.' 'It is my burden, this beautiful face.' 'Not to mention your body.' 'Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #beauty

I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen. (I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.) ↗

— John Green

#diagnosis #humor #john-green #humor

Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.' 'Seventeen,' Gus corrected. 'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard. 'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. 'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.' I was kind of crying by then. ↗

— John Green

#tfios #the-fault-in-our-stars #forgiveness

If Britney would paint her ass green, I'm sure you could spot green asses all over LA as soon as the word was out. ↗

— Billie Joe Armstrong

#asses #britney #could #green #her