#john

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home. ↗

— John Green

#looking-for-alaska #pudge #thought

And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#nicholas-sparks #feeling

What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny? ↗

— Jim Butcher

#destiny #johnnie-marcone #free

When you read, don't just consider what the author thinks, consider what you think ↗

— Tom Schulman

#john-keating #tom-schulman #authority

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. ↗

— John Green

#john-green #tfios #ignorance

Ideology is the science of idiots. ↗

— John Adams

#john-adams #politics #science

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#john #nicholas #sparks #questions

As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean: "Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it." "What’s that?" Anna asked. "Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time. ↗

— John Green

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

Alaska finished her cigarette and flicked it into the river. 'Why do you smoke so damn fast?' I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, 'Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die. ↗

— John Green

#looking-for-alaska #christmas

You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#john #phurry #prison