349 Quotes About The-fault-in-our-stars

You’re arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that’s a lie, and you know it.

I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently than it would for him – that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not.

And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he’d once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.

And I didn’t want to cry in front of a bunch of people, and I didn’t want to toss a handful of dirt onto his grave.

The Hectic Glow called “The New Partner.

Was just another of the endless mourners who did not know him, another too-late lamentation on his wall.

Sober up. Write another novel. Do the thing you’re good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.

I could smell better, breathing him in and breathing him out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn’t distinguish among the pains.

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.