John Green’s “Looking for Alaska” Quotes (107 Quotes)

After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

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.

I do love you and what else matters but that

If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos

Muhammad brought the promise that anyone could find fulfillment and everlasting life through allegiance to the one true God. The Buddah held out hope that the suffering could be transcended. Jesus brought the message that even the last shall be first, that even the tax collectors and lepers - the outcasts - had cause for hope. And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope.

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

When you stop wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you stop suffering when they do.

Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food.

Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.

I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.

If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Ninety-nine percent of the time, your parents never have to know, though. The school doesn't want your parents to think you became a fuckup here any more than you want your parents think you're a fuckup.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

Why don't we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that's not an easy thing to do.

And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.

But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.

I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

No woman should ever lie about another woman. You've violated the sacred covenant between women! How will stabbing one another in the back help women to rise above patriarchal oppression?

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce.

And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we've all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?

But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.

I hated cranberry sauce, but for some reason my mom persisted in her lifelong belief that it was my very favorite food, even though every single Thanksgiving I politely declined to include it on my plate.

I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you've got to admire his single-minded dedication to drug abuse.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.

And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.

C'mon Pudge. I'm teasing. You have to be tough. I didn't know how bad it was-- and I'm sorry, and they'll regret it-- but you have to be tough.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

In the beginning, she had hauted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.

Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?

There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.

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.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.

Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch.

I have guts, just not when it counts.

In those fifty, the Old Man made me take religion seriously. I'd never been religious, but he told us that religion is important whether or not we believed in one, the same way that historical events are important whether or not you personally lived through them.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.

You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.

And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.

Is it so hard to die, Mr. Lewis? Is that labyrinth really worse than this one?

Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand her, know her, and understand the role I'd played in her dying. But I wasn't convinced enlightenment struck like lightining.

There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.

You just use the future to escape the present.

And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.