The Fault in Our Stars

by John Green

“I don’t ever want to do that to you,” I told him. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”

Although it was his dream and not mine, I indulged it. He’d indulged mine, after all.

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice: Augustus,

“There is no try,” I said. “There is only do.”

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”

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.

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.