Quotes From The Book The Fault In Our Stars Novels & Stories

I don't want you to blame yourself, you did everything you could for me but I just can't keep moving anymore I don't want to keep suffering anymore I don't think it has anything ever get better…I have already lost my mate and my mother but in the worst way possible I can't keep waking up every morning to this reality so I just have to let go don't feel guilty… Don't feel like this is your fault or it has anything to do with you, you have been the best friend that any girl could ever wish for and if there was something like in reincarnation then I would want to be your best friend again for three more lives and more and that in fact so until then have a happy life…" She had to put the book aw

"Sometimes, it's hard to let go, but that's what we have to do. From now on, we'll go on different paths in life. But wherever we go, we take us with us. part of each other.” She recalled a quote from a famous book.The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt...

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

And he didn't even have the decency to honor our anniversary. She reached out and took my hand. "Baby, you've always been the fire. He was just the smoke. You couldn't breathe around him, and you didn't even realize it until the room cleared." I laughed, a sobbing, broken sound. "That was beautiful. Have you been reading P*******t quotes again?" "Maybe." We sat there for a long time in silence. Just the two of us. Two generations of heartbreak, drinking lukewarm tea. And she asked, "Are you staying here for a while?"

he read aloud as he traced the stamp with his index finger. I sat there helpless as he took the book back and checked it out with the librarian. I just sat there. Then, the second stanza started coming back to me, “It's the fire that fuels your soul, Your passion, your heart, your goal. Let it shine bright, let it shine far, And light the way, near and far.” I knew not what fuelled his jealousy and unnecessary hate, but I focused on it that day and it was the fuel for what I did that day.

Recent. "Day one thousand nine hundred. I'm dying soon. Maybe days. Maybe weeks. Not more. And I need to write this now. Before I can't. Before I'm gone. Before it's too late. If you're reading this, Kai, you remember me now. You remember everything. And you're drowning in guilt. Stop. Don't drown. I chose this. All of it. The forgetting. The suffering. The dying. I chose. Not you. Not them. Me. I chose immunity over comfort. Chose you over everything. Chose Aurora over erasure. And I'd choose it again. Every time. Every day. Every two thousand days. Because you were worth it. The love was worth it. Staying myself was worth it. Don't drown in guilt, Kai. Swim in memory. Remember me. Honor me

Boo stopped rocking himself but he kept sobbing, his face still hidden in his knees. "Forgive yourself for what you didn't know before you learned it." I told him a quote I remembered reading from the author Maya Angelou. "You couldn't have known what she was thinking at that time, Boo. You have to try and free yourself of the guilt." I stopped hugging him and made him look at me. His eyes and nose were red and his face miserable.

At the center, a quote in capital letters: **"You are not broken. You are blooming in places no one sees." She turned, tears welling, and found Killian at the opposite end of the room, paint still on his hands. "I didn't ask permission," he said with a self-conscious smile. "I hoped you'd get it." She looked at the mural, then at him. "You remembered that quote," she breathed. "It made me think of you," he replied. "The way you survived me. The way you rebuilt your life." There was silence between them, thick with all the things unsaid.

Her breaths came sharp, too fast, until she thought she might choke. Vincent’s Voice Then, through the chaos in her mind, another memory surfaced. Vincent, watching her collapse in training, his voice calm and firm. “Falling isn’t failure. Quitting is.” Her sobs hitched. She whispered it to herself, broken and hoarse. “Falling isn’t failure. Quitting is.” She repeated it again. And again. Until the words steadied her breath, even as tears slid silently down her cheeks. The First Spark Her hand found the pen again. She wrote with trembling strokes: