When I received the Culver Creek Handbook over the summer and noticed happily that the “Dress
Code” section contained only two words, casual modesty, it never occurred to me that girls would
show up for class half asleep in cotton pajama shorts, T-shirts, and flip-flops. Modest, I guess, and
casual.
Mots clés humor
É tão difícil seja para quem for mostrar-nos o que parecemos e tão difícil para nós mostrarmos o que sentimos.
John GreenYou couldn't be more wrong," I said. "You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it."
"You're a hard person to comfort," Augustus said.
"Easy comfort isn't comforting," I said.
El dolor demanda ser sentido.
John GreenJust before you went into the ICU, I started to feel this ache in my hip.” “No,” I said. Panic rolled in, pulled me under. He nodded. “So I went in for a PET scan.” He stopped. He yanked the cigarette out of his mouth and clenched his teeth. Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. 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. He flashed his crooked smile, then said, “I lit up like a Christmas tree, Hazel Grace. The lining of my chest, my left hip, my liver, everywhere.
John GreenAnd on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.
John GreenI don't understand why you're so obsessed with figuring out everything that happens here, like we have to unravel every mystery.
John GreenWithout pain, How can we know joy?
John GreenThe future will erase everything--there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible.
But there's another way. There are stories ... And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other--maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.
and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
John GreenMots clés life inspirational love
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