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The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives.
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| — | Hazel Grace, The Fault In Our Stars, pg 139 (via foldingmaps) |
We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless- especially useless in my current state- but I am an animal like any other.
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| — | Augustus Waters, The Fault In Our Stars (via meelimonster) |
You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!
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| — | John Green, “The Fault In Our Stars” (via angelmanagement) |
I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. “There will come a time,” I said, “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”—I gestured encompassingly—“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.
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| — | The Fault in Our Stars, John Green (via namidazora) |
I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell that universe that it- or my observation of it, is temporary?
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| — | John Green The Fault in Our Stars (via its-jor) |
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.
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| — | John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via 4mbivalent) |
