#green

She loves mysteries that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#green #john #mystery #paper #town

Oh there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come. ↗

— Richard Llewellyn

#love

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#anne-of-the-island #husband #marriage #marriage

Green humanism? What's that? Humanism for little green men? ↗

— Ken MacLeod

#men

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#drama #green #literature #nature #poetry

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. ↗

— John Green

#john-green #math #the-fault-in-our-stars #true #math

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane. ↗

— John Green

#lookingforalaska #people

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal ↗

— John Green

#john-green #reading #the-fault-in-our-stars #people

You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. ↗

— John Green

#joh-green #nerdfighters #remember

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 and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone. ↗

— John Green

#relationships #the-fault-in-our-stars #relationships