John Green Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.

  John Green

  Love, Romantic, Eye

• Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don't wanna make eye contact while telling it

  John Green

  Writing, Eye, Stories

• She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

  John Green

  Falling In Love, Cancer, Eye

  "The Fault in Our Stars". Book by John Green, 2012.

• I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost.

  John Green

  Believe, Eye, Thinking

  "The Fault in Our Stars". Book by John Green, January 10, 2012.

• 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.

  John Green

  Eye, House, Trying

• But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

  John Green

  Romantic, Real, Believe

  John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.75, Penguin

• Does my eye look okay to you?

  John Green

  Hipster, Eye, Doe

• She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

  John Green

  Hipster, Eye, Kind

  John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.21, Penguin

• It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.

  John Green

  Eye, Thinking, Cities

  John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.154, Penguin UK

• The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

  John Green

  Eye, Sun, Losing

  John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.168, Penguin

• Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.

  John Green

  Cancer, Eye, Grace

  "The Fault in Our Stars". Book by John Green, 2012.

• Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS.

  John Green

  Book, Eye, Parent

  John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.22, A&C Black

• How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.' 'Awesome, yeah,' Gus said. 'Not to one-up you or anything, but my body is made out of cancer.' 'So I heard,' Issac said, trying not to let it get to him. He fumbled toward Gus's hand and found only his thigh. 'I'm taken,' Gus said.

  John Green

  Real, Cancer, Taken

• It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

  John Green

  Nice, Eye, Dark

  John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.66, A&C Black

• I am crying, he thought, opening his eyes to stare through the soapy, stinging water. I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater. But he wasn't crying. Curiously, he felt too depressed to cry. Too hurt. It felt as if she'd taken the part of him that cried.

  John Green

  Hurt, Real, Taken

  John Green (2008). “An Abundance of Katherines”, p.14, Penguin

• You just gotta tell her, man,’ I said. ‘You just gotta say, “Angela, I really like you, but there’s something you need to know: when we go to my house and hook up, we’ll be watched by the twenty-four hundred eyes of twelve hundred black Santas.

  John Green

  Eye, Men, House

  John Green (2010). “Paper Towns”, p.20, Bloomsbury Publishing

• The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

  John Green

  Memories, Eye, Terrible

  John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.113, Penguin

• It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.

  John Green

  Eye, Caring, Night

  John Green (2008). “Looking for Alaska”, p.127, Penguin

• Take a picture of this so Isaac can see it when they invent robot eyes.

  John Green

  Eye, Robots, Isaac

• I spy with my little eye a great story.

  John Green

  Eye, Spy, Stories

  John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.277, A&C Black

• Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. And in the almostness of the moment, I cared at least enough. I wasn’t sure whether I liked her, and doubted whether I could trust her, but I cared at least enough to try to find out. Her on my bed, wide green eyes staring down at me. The enduring mystery of her sly, almost smirking, smile. Five layers between us.

  John Green

  Sex, Eye, Reflection

  John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.63, Penguin

• If he is anything other than a total gentleman, I’m going to gouge his eyes out.” “So you’re into it.” “Withholding judgment! When can I see you?” “Certainly not until you finish An Imperial Affliction.” I enjoyed being coy. “Then I’d better hang up and start reading.” “You’d better,” I said, and the line clicked dead without another word. Flirting was new to me, but I liked it.

  John Green

  Reading, Eye, Flirting

  "The Fault in Our Stars". Book by John Green, January 10, 2012.

• You can’t divorce Margo the person from Margo the body. You can’t see one without seeing the other. You looked at Margo’s eyes and you saw both their blueness and their Margo-ness. In the end, you could not say that Margo Roth Spiegelman was fat, or that she was skinny, any more than you can say that the Eiffel Tower is or is not lonely. Margo’s beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection – uncracked and uncrackable.

  John Green

  Lonely, Divorce, Eye

  John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.50, A&C Black

• So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.” His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it.

  John Green

  Party, Eye, Feelings

  "The Fault in Our Stars". Book by Jogn Green, January 10, 2012.

• Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over and soon it was a staring contest. After a while the boy smiled, and then finally his blue eyes glanced away. When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up to say, I win. He shrugged

  John Green

  Eye, Winning, Boys

  John Green (2008). “Looking for Alaska”, p.172, Penguin

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