Fault In Our Stars Quotes

Nothing (at least that can be done by humans) immortalizes anyone. The Fault in Our Stars will hopefully have a long and wonderful life, but it will eventually go out of print, and eventually the last person ever to read it will die, and then the characters will no longer live in any consciousness.Also, that is okay. That is good, actually. That is how it should be. One of the things the characters in this novel have to grapple with is the reality of temporaryness. What Gus in particular must reconcile himself to is that being temporary does not mean being unimportant or meaningless.

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.

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1.

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.

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.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.

I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

She was loved deeply, but not widely

You die in the middle of your life.

Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.

There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.

There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team.

My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

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.

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.

Apparently, the world is not a wish granting factory.

The world is not a wish-granting factory.

Everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

If you want rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

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

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

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.

I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

Lonley, Vaguely pedophilic swing set seeks the butts of children.

Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

Default is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

...And in freedom, most people find sin.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.