The Fault in Our Stars Quotes

You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!

My thoughts are just stars I can't fathom into constellations.

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

I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

I was thinking about the word "handle" and all the unholdable things that get handled.

All salvation is temporary. A 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.

Pain demands to be felt.

I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's cool.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws. I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of Having a Voice That Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin. And I liked that he had two names.

I started thinking about them running their hurdle races, and jumping over these totally arbitrary objects that had been set in their path. And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, This would go faster if we got rid of the hurdles.

In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life.

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.

I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

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, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered and all of this will have been for naught.

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.

A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward, and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy.... well.

Long and leanly muscular, he dwarfed the molded plastic elementary school chair he was sittng in. Mahogany hair, straight and short. He looked my age, maybe a year older, and he sat with his tailbone against the edge of the chair, his posture aggressively poor, on one hand in a pocket of dark jeans.