mandag 20. august 2012

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones



En fin bok jeg har lest siden sist er "The Fault In Our Stars" av John Green

“What a slut time is. She screws everybody.” 

“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.” 

“You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.”

“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 swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.” 

"What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.” 


“Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.” 

“I thought of my dad telling me that the universe wants to be noticed but what we want is to be noticed by the universe, to have the universe give a shit what happens to us- not the collective idea of sentient life but each of us as individuals.”

“You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet”

“It's just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.' 

'Right, it's primarily his hotness,' I said. 
'It can be sort of blinding,' he said. 
'It actually did blind our friend Isaac,' I said. 
'Terrible tragedy, that. But can I help my own deadly beauty?' 
'You cannot.' 
'It is my burden, this beautiful face.' 
'Not to mention your body.' 
'Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank." 

“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.” 


“Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.” 

 She walks lightly upon the earth. She knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either. People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism?

“But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.” 


“That's the thing about pain," Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. "It demands to be felt.”

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

“My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations. 

“Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said. 

Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.

2 kommentarer:

metallicatrollet sa...

Åå! Hvor fikk du tak i, bestile du på nett? Den vil jeg óg lese. :) (Også var det skikkelig fine bilder også!) <3

Flomp sa...

Kjøpte den på Ark, men de har ikke fått den i pocket enda. Biblioteket var lame og hadde ikke tatt den inn sist jeg sjekket hvertfall. Wubbwubb :)