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But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.
“Oh, I’m grand.” Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. “I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.”
There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
“All salvation is temporary,”
“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,”
“That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt.”
“Oh, I got over it, darling. It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.”
To be with him was to hurt him—inevitably. And that’s what I’d felt as he reached for me: I’d felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.”
You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”
Over lattes—which, the waiter explained to us, the Dutch called “wrong coffee” because it had more milk than coffee—we
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)
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.
