Is The Fault In Our Stars Sad Novels & Stories

Upon saying that, she hung up the phone right away and turned it off. Soon afterward, she turned her head to the side and looked out of the window. Zayn could see her reddened eyes moist with tears welling in them. Zayn felt his heart sink as well. After a while, he said softly, “Don’t be sad, Fifi. The fault is not yours but the world’s.” Faye was stunned for a moment. Soon afterward, she said, “You don’t understand.” Zayn replied with unprecedented seriousness, “I do!”

I just watched. ************ Funny, how even the most beautiful things seem ugly when you're hurting. I gazed at up at the sky. The sky was full of stars but they didn't look beautiful tonight. Looking at the stars had always brought me peace, but today they brought me pain. They reminded me of what I'd lost. Every time I looked at the stars I was reminded of her. Her eyes. Her mouth. Her kisses. Her laugh. Her. Somehow I'd ended up in this familiar football field.

She choked back her sobs, but the tears just wouldn't stop coming. Jamie pulled her into his arms. "If you still love him, I can—" "No. I don't love him. But why… Why did he save me? Why make me carry this guilt for the rest of my life?" On the day of Oscar's funeral, Shirley boarded a plane to leave the country. She didn't attend the funeral. No one would ever understand her complicated relationship with Oscar. On the plane, she stared out at the clouds, almost seeing his face in them.

"You want me to leave? You want me out of your life? If only I could have done that a long time ago! But I can't Lucas!" Clara scolded me while I'm looking in my direction. I heard her sobbing from pain. She was suffering. Sadness is hurts. It's like stabbing my heart in every second. My tears don't stop from falling. I just keep crying. "I did everything Lucas. I gave you everything. I didn't fail. But why is she still? The only hurt is the feeling that you're still looking for Iris Lucas!"

I’d never believed in reincarnation, but I was starting to think I’d done something in a past life and being rejected and left to die in misery was my punishment. “I’m sorry, Chey. This has to be my fault somehow.” I apologized to her. “It’s not!” She insisted. “It’s just the way the world works. It’s cruel and brutal and it’s not fair. But no matter what, we’ll always have each other.” “I love you, girl. Try not to be sad. You can’t help who you love. It’s not our fault he found someone before he met us. It doesn’t make you any less special to me.”

I never once thought that we would end up like this. Why does God always take a life when I'm becoming happy? Can't I be happy without someone important to me dying? “I'm sorry, Faith…I'm sorry if we didn't become good parents to you…I'm sorry if we only saw Freya and we turned a blind eye to you. It's because I thought among the two of you, you're the strongest one and Freya is fragile. I'm so sorry, Faith. Please forgive me for everything that I have done, especially for what happened that night.”

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you now that I'm not sad, am I right? To tell you the truth, I'm really sad." Frederick's face turned livid. "Are you upset that Jasper is getting married?" "I'm sad for myself. When I used to love you, you hurt me over and over again, and when I fell in love with Jasper, he lost his memory and had forgotten all about me. Now..." Stella paused. She lowered her eyes and her tears started to trickle down her face. "I'm starting to think that I shouldn't have survived."

"What about her?" "There's a poem written on the notebook she gave me on my dream last night saying, ‘With or without, it's the same. Family is a blessing-or not? Complete yet feels like broken; in a mess, in chaos. I should be thankful—or not? My heart, my mind-helpless. Atmosphere; sadness, anger, pain. What can I do? It feels like everyone is drowning to the brokenness and hatred. They’re hurting each other; emotionally, verbally. My heart keeps on pounding-pained. Is it better to be just apart?’ Finally,” he said. "Either you have a complete family or not, happiness seems unfriendly," I said.

"If he continues this way, his body might no longer take it." "Stephen has been incredibly sick, too, but he wouldn't sit in his ward and refused full treatment because he doesn't want to leave your side." "Shawn... he's been in a daze." "He keeps saying everything is his fault." "Everything is spiraling, Jared." I could hear her sobs. "Without you here, it's no longer the same." "We no longer feel the joy we were used to." "I miss you, Jared." "Please... wake up soon."

"Come and get your son! Do you want to embarrass yourselves even more?" What Shawn didn’t know was that I was already kneeling beside Aster, crying as if I had died all over again. At that moment, I hated myself more than I hated Shawn and Jasmine. Why did I have to stand by and watch my son suffer such cruel abuse? Why did I have to die so soon? If Jasmine truly became Aster’s stepmother one day, would we have to endure this living nightmare forever? Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to.