“Saved the kids,” he said. “Temporarily,” I pointed out. “All salvation is temporary,” Augustus shot back Below are just excerpts from the book I liked:
“Saved the kids,” he said. “Temporarily,” I pointed out. “All salvation is temporary,” Augustus shot back. “I 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.”
You may not find young Hazel’s logic persuasive thinking that I would give up all the sick days I had left for a few healthy ones the motherly mother smothered...
It’s not like I had some utterly poignant, well-lit memory of a healthy father pushing a healthy child and the child saying higher higher higher or some other metaphorically resonant moment. The swing set was just sitting there, abandoned, the two little swings hanging still and sad from a grayed plank of wood, the outline of the seats like a kid’s drawing of a smile. (was this supposed to be deep. was this some sort of literary moment, the author intended to express something
When the evening is spread out against the sky
One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It’s all fragile and fleeting, dear reader, but with this swing set, your child(ren) will be introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and safely, and may also learn the most important lesson of all: No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can’t go all the way around.
Augustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed. We were sitting there on the couch together, and he pushed himself up to go but then fell back down onto the couch and sneaked a kiss onto my cheek. “Augustus!” I said. “Friendly,” he said. He pushed himself up again and really stood this time, then took two steps over to my mom and said, “Always a pleasure to see you,” and my mom opened her arms to hug him, whereupon Augustus leaned in and kissed my mom on the cheek. He turned back to me. “See?” he asked. “Also I’d live longer.” He looked at me askew. “You know, because of relativity or whatever.” He still looked confused. “We age slower when we move quickly versus standing still. So right now time is passing slower for us than for people on the ground.”
Seriously, don’t even get me started on my hot bod. You don’t want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace’s breath away,” he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lengthy battle with cancer. He died after a lengthy battle with human consciousness, a victim—as you will be—of the universe’s need to make and unmake all that is possible.
To be absolved is to be let off the hook, to be set free from a certain obligation or to be forgiven for a wrongdoing
I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I’d never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about Lidewij and her boyfriend, I felt robbed. I would probably never again see the ocean from thirty thousand feet above, so far up that you can’t make out the waves or any boats, so that the ocean is a great and endless monolith. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn’t see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.
the little kids figuring out how to be alive
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar....more
That was better than I expected. You see, I enjoy reading stories like this because it has subtle social value and a theme, although, it bei3.5 stars
That was better than I expected. You see, I enjoy reading stories like this because it has subtle social value and a theme, although, it being sci-fi has plausibility. As in, there is a chance somewhere in, say, another 10,000 yrs of human evolution for there to be another sub-species of humans with wings or horns or some abnormal characteristic animal part living out their joyous existence. In addition, given we only inhabit a 1/10^100 of a small part of the cosmos(and that is a small estimation), surely there are other organisms within some random place in the (un)known universe living within their galaxy circling some common star within a solar system, with some unknown name.
In contrast, to the overrated graphic novel Sandman (bleh) this novel was three times better. ...more