John Green, The Fault In Our Stars Quotes

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.

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

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

No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

Love is keeping the promise anyway.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

There is no try. There is only do.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars

You die in the middle of your life.

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. The, if it like you, it takes the rest.

But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER.

I’ll give you my strength if I can have your remission.

Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

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

Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.

The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.

I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

Do the thing you're good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.

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.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

No headboards were broken.

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.

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.

The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed.

I don't think you're dying, " I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer.He smiled. Gallows humor.