The Fault in Our Stars

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

It seemed like forever ago, like we’d had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.