John Green Quotes

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

I think that my regrets mostly have to do with my relationship with my ex-girlfriend. Every once in a while, you get those flashback memories of conversations you had with your exes, and you just, like, wince when you're walking down the street. Something occurs to you, 'Oh, no, I said that.'

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had I known, and had there been a spare second or two, I might have allowed myself a little nostalgia.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I’m kind of getting the concept of closure. It’s no big dramatic before-after. It’s more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you’re sad, but you can’t be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there’ll be other vacations, other good times.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

As the warm air blew in the car, simple snapshots of the life they'd lived together surfaced in his mind; but as always, those images led inexorably to their final day together.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death. Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest." Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love

What happiness is there in just the memory of happiness?

I love that feeling of when it's touching and it makes you happy but there's a melancholy or bittersweet glaze to it.

Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.

It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?