Quotes From The Fault In Our Stars With Page Numbers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Feeling my eyes start to burn of the memories of my parents and look down. Well it's a pleasure to meet you Star my names Mrs. Kristy. Now everyone listen up turn to page 115 in your books and read through till 220 don't forget to answer the questions on the following page. I start reading the pages and feel my leg vibrate due to someone most likely texting. Reaching into my pocket and unlocking my phone I see a text from Cody asking how my first day of school is going so far with a smile on my face I let him know...

Growing accustomed to the burning sensation, I hadn't noticed that the had already started with my left shoulder. [Chapter quote:" How rare it is, to have found a love like ours.- Mark Anthony"]

"Eliot," "It's my fault. I didn't cherish you. I didn't cherish you enough, I didn't take advantage of the time I had... it's my fault. My fault! Now you're getting taken away from me...I can't find you anywhere no matter what. I've searched everywhere, every corner...I can't find you, Serena. It is my fault!" "Eliot..."

“How audacious I was to invite you to spend the night with me. And how you cared for me when no one else did. It’s all coming back to me now.” “That’s wonderful. It’s truly great,” Lucas choked back tears as he pressed his cheek against her bloodied hand. “Keep remembering everything. But take your time. We have all the time in the world. We can reminisce together. So please, hold on. Don’t leave me for a second time. We… have too many dreams together. Please.” “I’m sorry,” Harriet sobbed. “Sorry for leaving you. Sorry for forgetting the love we shared. Even in the...” Harriet’s words were interrupted by a fit of coughing, blood staining her lips. “Ugh! Ugh!”

I heard a voice behind me. It was Lyra. She said that I blamed myself. I said that I should. She said that I already had. She came to stand beside me. We looked at the stars together. She said that she used to hate me. I said that I knew. She said that she had blamed me for leaving. I said that I deserved it. She said that maybe I did. Not for this. This was Serena's fault, not mine. I looked at her. Said that her words meant a lot to me.

--- The First Page Slides into view. --- Xavier's Eyes Move Across It Once. --- Twice. --- Then The color drains from his face. --- Completely. --- My Voice "Xavier?" --- Nothing --- Xavier Just keeps staring. --- Finally He hands me the page. --- I Read It And immediately understand why. --- Because It's A Letter. --- Written By Elena. --- Dated Three days before her death. --- My Hands Shake As I read the first line. --- > If you're reading this, something has gone terribly wrong.

“You were reading Dostoevsky,” “I wasn’t reading it, I was holding it.” “I know, I could tell.” I looked at her across the classroom. She looked at me. The room was very quiet. “Lady Lazarus,” I said. She looked at the board. Picked up the marker from the ledge. Turned to the board. Wrote- Lady Lazarus: Stanza V. Underlined it. Then underneath: I eat men like air. She put the marker down. Turned back to face the room.

“What did you say?” “It was a code. 18-L-3-20,” I recited from memory. “I found the book in your library. Shakespeare. On the page the code led to, there was a pinprick, a tiny hole through a single word.” I took a shaky breath, finally giving the ghost a name. “The word was ‘betrayal’.”

Thirty suns. ​My notebook was gone, burned to ash by Lillian’s lighter three weeks ago. “Look what I found.” Lillian had said three weeks ago, her voice a cruel, melodic lilt. She began to tear a page out, the sound of the paper ripping feeling like a blade across my skin. “It’s full of such... pathetic longing. Did you really think a prince would keep a stuttering little thing like you?” ​She dropped the torn page into the puddle of stagnant water outside my bars.

“All you gotta do is pick up a book from the return cart by the chapel door. It’s a donation. Look for “The Fault in Our Stars.” He blinked. “The one with the crying teenagers?” “Yeah, that one.” He eyed me. “There better not be a weapon inside it.” I grinned. “Of course not. Just feelings and sodium.” ***** An hour later: Quincy returns to the cell holding the book like it’s been dipped in acid. He drops it on my bed. “There. You and your teen angst.” “Much appreciated,” I say sweetly, peeling back the cover and revealing my treasures tucked into a carved-out hole in the pages.