THE FAULT IN OUR STARS
I've gotten really got since you went blind.
The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.
Look, let me just say it : He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward, and worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy... well.
We are as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either.
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.
The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are people NOTICING things, paying attention.
You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.
There is no shortage of fault to be found admit our stars.
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.
But it's the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, 'The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.
Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.
That's part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portraits death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of a sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
Some infinites are bigger than others infinities.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world... but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly and then all at once.
If you want the rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.
