A girl in a crown of stars was coming toward him, but before she could see who he was he slipped through his curtains of flesh.
She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.
But tonight, this is what I can give you. I can offer you the vault of heaven, the firmament of the stars in the sky, and me
There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.
So I wonder what it is this need to tell. To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
The only reason I'm friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.
As long as you know who you are, and see what makes you happy, it doesn't matte how others see you
The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn't matter how others see you.
Love is a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter's night. A star that guides you home.
Pride makes us long for a solution to things – a solution, a purpose, a final cause; but the better telescopes become, the more stars appear.
...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...
...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
A successful marriage was a balancing act-that was a thing everyone knew. A successful marriage was also dependent on a high tolerance for irritation.
I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.
I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.
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 wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, "This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.
That’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
But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. - Hazel Grace Lancaster
