Quotes From Fault In Our Stars Novels & Stories

--- Silence Absolute silence. --- My Chest Hurts Because suddenly— I understand. --- The Guilt The guilt isn't logical. But it's there. --- Xavier "When I called back..." He stops. --- For The First Time I see genuine pain break through his control. --- Xavier "It was too late." --- My Eyes Burn Immediately. --- Because No matter how powerful he became afterward— No amount of success fixed that moment. --- My Feet Move Before I Think Toward him. --- Xavier Doesn't Stop Me

Then he looked back at me, "Oh." I chuckled, "Yeah." "F. Scott Fitzgerald." He started walking, "Very beautiful quote, that is." "I didn't think you'd know that it was from him." I walked beside him. "Are you secretly a lover of literature, Dean Ryan?" "Not really." He chuckled softly. "I just know a couple quotes." "Wow." I smiled. "Like?" "Um," He thought. "You can't blame gravity for falling in love." "Albert Einstein." I said and he nodded. "I'm impressed."

I ran my fingers along the thin lines of old wounds that were hiding under his skin. “We’ve come a long way,” I murmured. His eyes caught mine as he tilted his head up. Now there was no darkness or storm in them; only light that was steady and true. “We survived,” he whispered. “Every scar has a story. And every story brought us here.” My throat tightened. I leaned down, pressing my forehead against his. “You make it sound like we’re stars,” I said. Eliot smiled, and his lips touched mine in a very light kiss. He said in a soft voice, "Scars and stars." "That's what we are. So if there is anything bothering you, I'm always here to listen."

I reached for her hand. She didn’t lift it. “Say something,” I whispered. She opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Then she tried again and her voice was small. “It wasn’t your fault,” I told her, searching her eyes, needing her to believe it. “But what if it was?” she said, her voice breaking. “It wasn’t.” Her face twisted. “I shouldn’t have gone to the gala. I shouldn’t have worn that dress or those shoes or danced or had champagne or-”

"Don't know; there was some kind of emergency that interrupted her class." "Uhh," I nodded, and I took a sip from my water can, still feeling tired and dizzy. "Hey, are you ok"? "Yeah, I'm fine, just dizzy from all the running". He nodded and began to read a book titled "The Gathering Storm." I glanced from him to the book and back to the book again. "Success is not final; failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that count," I quoted. "Easy tiger, I know you read this book; you don't have to prove it to me," he winked.

“None of this is your fault.” He squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes. “This isn’t your fault, either. So, You should stop blaming yourself.” My heart clenched as Emma and Daniel’s faces flashed in my mind. Did it matter whether it was not my fault? My parents were dead. “Hey, my love, please don’t cry,” Cassius said as he drew closer and wiped off the moisture from my cheeks. I hadn’t even realized that I was crying until he wiped off the tears.

Fiona’s POV There is this quote from Robert Tea which I read up somewhere which says that, “Broken people are beautiful. They have to put themselves back every day.” The simplicity of this quote resonated with something within me. Something hollow and broken, something tired of fighting to stay alive.

He quivered his lips on my forehead and murmured in my ears on the way to the hospital. "Don't die..." "Don't give up..." "We're almost there..." All the memories resurfaced, and the silhouette in the white light at the end of the tunnel gradually became clearer until Kevin's face appeared. I'd never seen him so distraught and in pain. With great remorse, he accused himself, "It's all my fault. It's entirely my fault."How could it possibly be your fault... I hugged Kevin, buried my face in his chest, and murmured, "I remember now."

Additional Chapter 1: Part C. * One man may be the difference between victory and defeat ---- a quote from the movie, Entitled, Mulan. * *** ---- Stacy ---- Do you know the feeling of losing a part of you? When you feel like your whole life is meaningless? The pain of losing something so priceless that can never be regained... I was there, when My best friend, Jemmy breathed her last. I heard when the doctor said the words... << Time of death, 11:59 am. >>

Now there's no going back. I am rubbing the hard-boiled egg on the swellings and it's actually soothing. Better than ice even. It has just approved my opinion of never negating Celeste's idea. She is so f*cking nice to me it hurts. She had left a note for me on my study table. "Just keep breathing," it reads. Just keep hoping, she means. The Latin quote I told her 'dum spiro spero : while I breathe, I hope,' has stuck to her. It's how she is; optimistic, courageous, daring. And I am not worthy of that, not worthy of her, but I would never let her down.