#fault

In my right-wing politics of the time, I held that unemployment was usually the fault of the unemployed. ↗

— Luke Ford

#held #i #politics #right-wing #time

Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself. ↗

— Anna Freud

#because #becomes #discontent #everything #faults

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

The American people were really not 100% convinced that this idea of default was really going to occur, and I think the media, current company excepted here, did not help in that regard because they confused the American people about what default actually meant. ↗

— Bill Johnson

#actually #american #american people #because #company

I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up," he said. "And it is my privilege and my responsibility to ride all the way up with you," I said. ↗

— John Green

#hazel-grace #the-fault-in-our-stars #grace

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

I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it. ↗

— Alexandra Potter

#faults #flaws #hopeless-romantic #love #real

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