Favorite Quotes From The Fault In Our Stars.

I have been meaning to read this literary work of art. I avoided this tear-jerker because dying sucks and when it’s mixed with love, it’s even harder to get over. But I finally did it, once and for all. I picked out the poetic parts that taught me something, anything at all. There will be no explanations, just a lot of quotes, make your meaning from them. 

Before you begin, read the book here : https://books-library.online/files/books-library.online-12292230Vr3R6.pdf

So, here it goes:

  • “Language buries, but does not resurrect.”

 

  • “The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint.”

 

  • “And even though I was in bed and he was in his basement, it really felt like we were back in that uncreated third space, which was a place I really liked visiting with him.”

  • “You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”

 

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

 

  • “The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.”

  • “Living our best life today!” 

 

  • “Easy comfort isn’t comforting.”

 

  • “It was a clear day, and although we couldn’t see the sun setting, we could see the sky’s response.”

 

  • “Sorry, I was awash in the nobility of sacrifice.”

  • “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.”

 

  • “People always get used to beauty, though.”

 

  • “Nights like this one didn’t come along often, and I wanted to remember it.”

 

  • “The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed.”

 

  • “I could be worse.”

  • “It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”

 

  • “Some infinities are larger than other infinities.”

 

  • “Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but A Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.”

  • “…and 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.”

 

  • “The world,” he said, “is not a wish-granting factory,” and then he broke down, just for one moment, his sob roaring impotent like a clap of thunder unaccompanied by lightning, the terrible ferocity that amateurs in the field of suffering might mistake for weakness.”

 

  • “You still secretly believe that there is an element of magic to this world? It’s all just soulless molecules bouncing against each other randomly.”

 

  • “Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed.”
  • “That’s what I believe. I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?”

 

  • “One of the less bullshitty conventions of the cancer kid genre is the Last Good Day convention, wherein the victim of cancer finds herself with some unexpected hours when it seems like the inexorable decline has suddenly plateaued, when the pain is for a moment bearable. The problem, of course, is that there’s no way of knowing that your last good day is your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.”

  • “I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. 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.”

 

  • “It was unbearable. The whole thing. Every second worse than the last. I just kept thinking about calling him, wondering what would happen, if anyone would answer. In the last weeks, we’d been reduced to spending our time together in recollection, but that was not nothing: The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”

 

  • “But that wasn’t quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten. And here it was, the great and terrible ten, slamming me again and again as I lay still and alone in my bed staring at the ceiling, the waves tossing me against the rocks then pulling me back out to sea so they could launch me again into the jagged face of the cliff, leaving me floating faceup on the water, undrowned.”

  • “The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt.”

 

  • “Thinking you won’t die is yet another side effect of dying.)”

 

  • “I love you present tense…”

 

  • “Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.”

 

  • “So dawn goes down to day, the poet wrote. Nothing gold can stay.”
  • “We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus when Gus told us that he feared oblivion, and I told him that he was fearing something universal and inevitable, and how really, the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering. I thought of my dad telling me that the universe wants to be noticed. But what we want is to be noticed by the universe, to have the universe give a shit what happens to us—not the collective idea of sentient life but each of us, as individuals.”

 

  • “Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.”

 

  • “Do the thing you’re good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.”

 

  • “Isaac started talking about true love. I couldn’t tell them what I was thinking because it seemed cheesy to me, but I was thinking about the universe wanting to be noticed, and how I had to notice it as best I could. I felt that I owed a debt to the universe that only my attention could repay, and also that I owed a debt to everybody who didn’t get to be a person anymore and everyone who hadn’t gotten to be a person yet. What my dad had told me, basically.”

  • “You of all people know it is possible to live with pain.”

 

  • “I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I’d never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about Lidewij and her boyfriend, I felt robbed. I would probably never again see the ocean from thirty thousand feet above, so far up that you can’t make out the waves or any boats, so that the ocean is a great and endless monolith. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn’t see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.”

 

  • “While the world wasn’t built for humans, we were built for the world.”

 

  • “Who am I to say that these things might not be forever? Who is Peter Van Houten to assert as fact the conjecture that our labor is temporary? All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming with ruined ruins and screaming children.”

 

  • “My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellation…”

  • “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.”

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