The Fault in Our Stars
Has anyone else read this awesome book? It's completely amazing, and because I'm re-reading it now, I'd like to post a tribute to the amazing John Green(he shares a youtube channel with his brother, Hank. The channel is VlogBrothers.) If you havn't read this freakin' awesome book, well, read it.
Some awesome quotes...
"That's the thing about pain...it demands to be felt."
"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."
"What a slu t time is. She screws everybody."
"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."
"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. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. 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. God knows thatâ€™s what everyone else does."
"Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you."
"The world is not a wish-granting factory."
"Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate."
"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."
"Thatâ€™s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence"
"I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?"
"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."
"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."
"Gus: "It tastes like..."
Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?"
Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down around your canal-side dinner table."
Gus: "Nicely phrased."
Gus's father: "Our children are weird."
My dad: "Nicely phrased."
"But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, â€˜The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves."
"And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, 'This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles."
"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."
"When you go into the ER, one of the first things they ask you to do is rate your pain on a scale of one to ten, and from there they decide which drugs to use and how quickly to use them. I'd been asked this question hundreds of times over the years, and I remember once early on when I couldn't get my breath and it felt like my chest was on fire, flames licking the inside of my ribs fighting for a way to burn out of my body, my parents took me to the ER. nurse asked me about the pain, and I couldn't even speak, so I held up nine fingers.
Later, after they'd given me something, the nurse came in and she was kind of stroking my head while she took my blood pressure and said, "You know how I know you're a fighter? You called a ten a nine."
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."
"Headline?" he asked.
"'Swing Set Needs Home,'" I said.
"'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'" he said.
"'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'" I said."
"Weâ€™re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and weâ€™re not likely to do either."
"Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing ba stard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.'
'Seventeen,' Gus corrected.
'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting ba stard.
'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
'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 s crew off, because I do not want to see a world without him."
"Oh, Iâ€™m grand.â€ Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. â€œIâ€™m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."
"There is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars."
"Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could."
"Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me."
"I have an Augustus Waters fetish."
"Ma'am,' Augustus said, nodding toward her, 'your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police."
"Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon."
"Some wars," he said dismissively. "What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner."
"We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said. "I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literaly in the heart of Jesus."
"Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart."
"I would tell Him myself," Augustus said, "but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me."
"There was quite a lot of competitiveness about it, with everybody wanting to beat not only cancer itself, but also the other people in the room. Like, I realize that this is irrational, but when they tell you that you have, say, a 20 percent chance of living five years, the math kicks in and you figure thatâ€™s one in five . . . so you look around and think, as any healthy person would: I gotta outlast four of these ba stards."
"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."
"All salvation is temporary,' Augustus shot back. 'I bought them a minute. Maybe that's the minute that buys them an hour, which is the hour that buys them a year. No one's gonna buy them forever, Hazel Grace, but my life bought them a minute. And that's not nothing.' "
"Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them."
"Are you currently at your house?' he asked.
'Um, no,' I said.
'That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house."
"The laundry basket?"
"No, next to it."
"I don't see anything next to it."
"It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small."
"So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay."