Azyade

“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great sat-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won't be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me, because there's no one I'd rather have..." I started crying. "Okay, how not to cry. How am I-okay. Okay."

I took a few deep breaths and went back to the page. "I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a Bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. 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.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. 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.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Liniste

Atâta linişte-i în jur de-mi pare că aud
cum se izbesc de geamuri razele de lună.

În piept
mi s-a trezit un glas străin
şi-un cântec cânta-n mine-un dor
ce nu-i al meu.

Se spune că strămoşii cari au murit fără de vreme,
cu sânge tânăr înca-n vine,
cu patimi mari în sânge,
cu soare viu în patimi,
vin,
vin sa-şi trăiasca mai departe
în noi
viaţa netrăita.

Atâta linişte-i în jur de-mi pare că aud
cum se izbesc de geamuri razele de lună.

O, cine ştie - suflete,-n ce piept îţi vei cânta
şi tu odată peste veacuri
pe coarde dulci de linişte,
pe harfă de-ntuneric - dorul sugrumat
şi frânta bucurie de viaţă? Cine ştie?
Cine ştie?

(1919)”
― Lucian Blaga, Poemele luminii

“I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars