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

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:

Inside was a single sheet of parchment and a quote: "To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved." — George MacDonald. Below that, Luke had written: I failed you in both. I'm trying to change that. She closed her eyes. Her resolve faltered a little more. And in the space between anger and forgiveness, something fragile began to grow again. Hope.

“ You’re a pathetic, insecure little boy who can’t stand the sight of himself in the mirror. And one day, when Evelyn’s done using you, when you’re alone and drowning in your own self-loathing, you’ll remember this moment. You’ll remember that you lost me because you were too stupid to see what you had.” She paused, breathing heavily, her chest heaving with every word. “So enjoy your trash, Victor. Enjoy every miserable second of the life you’ve chosen because you and Evelyn are a perfect match—two worthless, miserable souls destined to destroy each other. And when you come crawling back, begging for forgiveness, remember this: you are nothing to me. Nothing. And you never will be again.”

I felt my bodyguards behind me move back respectfully as they tried to give me some privacy. I looked down at the paper and sighed because I still had some more to say to her. "I just never knew that one day you would fall under this same disease I was trying to get rid of. If only you had fought hard, baby. If only you had fought and waited for me to actualize the last chemicals. If only you could have just held on, but it was too late. Too late for you." "Someone once said we all have a six feet hole waiting for us in the ground. That person hit the nail on the head."

I took the note and read it: Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It was my favourite part of the book. The first sentence being the one I adored the most. I sighed, not sure how I wanted to go about my day. I've got to study, yet that picture I found kept bothering me. I needed answers.

“You love stars?” She is startled. She looks at me for a second before looking back up. “Ah, yes.” She says softly, then looks at me. “They remind me that even in the darkest places, light can survive.” “But what if the darkness is stronger?” She smiles, and for some reason, my heart skips a beat. Elara Solis is beautiful, no doubt, but we’re enemies…that just happen to be co-parents. “Then we burn. Burn brighter.” She looks away and mutters, “Burn away for ourselves and for those we love.”

My chest tightened as I slowly unfolded it, almost reluctantly infact. I was afraid that I might read something about him that'll spoil my memory of him, or maybe reopen a wound in my heart that has barely healed. My throat closed up before I even read the first line. “This is it.” I muttered to myself. ‘ If you’re reading this, my dear Bianca, that means I’m dead.’ The words stabbed straight into me. I could almost hear his voice in those words. ‘I just want to tell you not to blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault. It was Nathan’s and only his. And I'm not angry you didn't come today to bid me goodbye because even the thought of you is enough for me.’