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.
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The Fault in Our Stars
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Maybe okay will be our always.
I can’t tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.
That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
Grief does not change you...It reveals you.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my other decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time thinking about death.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
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 be…
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you.
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
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 be…
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.