#fault

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes. ↗

— Thomas Gray

#draw #eyes #faults #forehead #hat

Psychiatry enables us to correct our faults by confessing our parents' shortcomings. ↗

— Laurence J. Peter

#correct #enables #faults #our #parents

I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #wise

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn't actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn't get smallpox. ↗

— John Green

#augustus-waters #beautiful #cancer #cowpox #death

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you. ↗

— John Green

#caroline-mathers #the-fault-in-our-stars #love

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. Don't you believe in true love? ↗

— John Green

#love #promises #the-fault-in-our-stars #young-adult #love

If he is anything other than a total gentleman, I’m going to gouge his eyes out.” “So you’re into it.” “Withholding judgment! When can I see you?” “Certainly not until you finish An Imperial Affliction.” I enjoyed being coy. “Then I’d better hang up and start reading.” “You’d better,” I said, and the line clicked dead without another word. Flirting was new to me, but I liked it. ↗

— John Green

#judgment

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

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #ya #ya

I did some research on this a couple years ago," Augustus continued. "I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living person, would there be enough living people to remember all the dead people?" "And are there?" "Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #ya #ya

...It sounded like a dragon breathing in time with me, like I had this pet dragon who was cuddled up next to me and cared enough about me to time his breaths to mine. ↗

— John Green

#pet-dragon #the-fault-in-our-stars #pets