The Fault in Our Stars

by John Green

“Temporarily,” I pointed out. “All salvation is temporary,”

“That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt.”

Language buries, but does not resurrect.

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.”

but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.”

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

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.