John Green Quotes

Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears.

I want girls to know that whatever you're feeling, I'm feeling too. All the things that you think make you crazy, it's OK to feel that way, and I'm gonna tell you why we feel that way.

Someone feeling wronged is like someone feeling thirsty. Don’t tell them they aren’t. Sit with them and have a drink.

When someone says to us, as Thich Nhat Hanh suggests, "Darling, I care about your suffering," a deep healing begins.

Real empathy is sometimes not insisting that it will be okay but acknowledging that it is not.

Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built out of longing great wonders have been willed they're only little tears darling let them spill and lay your head upon my shoulder.

Empathetic listening is an awesome medication for the hurting heart.

What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?

consolation is a beautiful word. everyone skins his knee-that doesnt make yours hurt anyless.

Explanations don't comfort. You won't feel better if you know why. It won't hurt any less.

It's something everybody wants-for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.

Everybody has losses - it's unavoidable in life. Sharing our pain is very healing.

I'd like a male to listen to my music and find it kind of fascinating, what a girl goes through when they get heartbroken or get sad or get hurt by something.

If you have suffered from trauma, one of the most healing things that can happen to you is being seen. Being seen doesn't have to mean that someone actually lays their eyes on you, although that certainly helps.

I don't think I ever sit there and think to kick a wound harder.

I've had the chance to meet families with children who are sick, and it's heartbreaking.

My wife at home. She didn't have a pregnant belly anymore, nobody to cling to, no shoulder to cry on, no one to talk to, while I'm at work getting the love and everybody just patting me on the back. I was mad. I felt that I should be at home helping my best friend get past the grief.

Memory is the only friend of grief.

The truth may hurt, but love helps ease the pain.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona's hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing he might do, or say, could. Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was God's will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts.

I am right sorry for your heavinesse.

Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

Beware of sadness It can hit you It can hurt you Make you sore and what is more That is not what you are here for.