The Fault in Our Stars

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swal

it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.

I took a few breaths and went back to the page. “I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

There is no honor in dying of.”

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”

is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is the only value in passing the time as comfortably as possible?

Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.”