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
What's that?" "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.
I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that’s hard to look at..
You are a side effect," Van Houten continued, "of an evolutionary process that cares little for individual lives. You are a failed experiment in mutation.
It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
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.
Some tourist think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a ciry of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.
