The Fault in Our Stars

My thoughts are star I cannot fathom into constellations.

You don`t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

Maybe okay will be our always.

“Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said.

"Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.”

Pain wants to be felt.

If you want the rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.