No puedes elegir si van a hacerte daño en este mundo, pero sí eliges quién te lo hace. Me gustan mis elecciones. Y espero que a ella le gusten las suyas.
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. 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.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
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 deny...
It’s a weird phrase in English, in love, like it’s a sea you drown in or a town you live in. You don’t get to be in anything else—in friendship or in anger or in hope. All you can be in is love.
It's just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.''Right, it's primarily his hotness,' I said.'It can be sort of blinding,' he said.'It actually did blind our friend...
It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
It was not an eventful day. I should have done extraordinary things. I should have sucked the marrow out of life. But on that day, I slept eighteen hours out of a possible twenty-four.
Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital, I said quietly. The last time you'll ever drive a car.Without looking over at me, Augustus said, You're killing my vibe here, Hazel Grace. I'm trying to...
If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.
If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions.
I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed ha...
I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was d...
I just want to stay away from people and read books.
I just did some calculations and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit.
I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.
I am concussed, I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.
How are the eyes?''Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.''Awesome, yeah,' Gus said. 'Not to one-up you or anything, but my body is made out of cancer.''So I hea...
He took a long drink, then grimaced. I do not have a drinking problem, he announced, his voice needlessly loud. I have a Churchillian relationship with alcohol: I can crack jokes and govern England an...
He shook his head, just looking at me.What? I asked.Nothing, he said.