the fault in our stars
The fault in our stars
Wow, this story got me. I understand my weakness-(I always want to lose sight of reality and dwell in a land of beautiful stars-at least for a short while.) I meet Augustus and Hazel Grace in this amazing story by John Green. These and characters become so real to me. I feel the pain that Hazel goes through. It's as though I was Hazel. The love between Hazel and Augustus sends turbulent waves of electricity into every single motor unit of my body. I understand Augustus and admire Hazel's heroism. My silent wish remains that maybe, just maybe, I should have an experience with a fairytale. A real one and not one of fiction. I say to myself,'Daniella, love, beauty and hope can all be lived not only in your imagination but in reality if only you allow yourself to live them.'Maybe I'm right or maybe, I'm wrong. Who cares? After all, my life is an aggregate of the choices I make'. Wow..Hazels eulogy to Augustus really caused a surge of emotions to run through my already highly delicate and sensitive heart. The beauty of life, love and hope. The whole poetic twist sets my senses on fire. I love this story. It's simply awesome. I just wish that someday I will simply just live my simple fairytale without much interference from the reality that the world pretends to engage in. I might find my Augustus (who knows?) but hopefully, he should have his heart and still be in perfect condition. (My patella's gotta bear with me on this one. I'm going to go to Heaven's throne room for a long time pleading to the Most High that I want an opportunity to live the stories I have cooked up in my little mind.)
The Eulogy! THIS ONE GOT ME! IT'S SIMPLY AMAZING#SNIFF
"My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won't be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because like all real love stories, it will die with us. As it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me, because there is no one I'd rather have. I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There is an infinite between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many days of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You have me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful'
OMY! This is soo cool. I can imagine this exists in real life forever. I wish it did :-(
But I tell myself, since I am an imaginative person, perchance, I could just allow myself an opportunity to live this fairytale.
The fault in our stars
This is EPIC! Soo Epic! Somehow I think I have got my Augustus already. Funny enough he is in my mind. And that makes everything so perfect for me because I don't have to live the disappointment of realising that some amazing things can only be real in your mind.
THE FAULT IN OUR Stars!
Augustus' eulogy in a letter to the writer, Van Houten.
Van Houten,
"I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team. I don't want to ask you for any favours, but if you have time- and from what I saw, you have plenty- I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I've got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here's the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That's what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. (Okay maybe I'm not such a shitty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.) Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either. People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten it's triumphant. It's heroic. After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I walked in behind the nurse and got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. I just held her hand and tried to imagine a 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. What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don't get to choose the ones you hurting this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
I do, Augustus
Ouch! I'm swimming in a puddle of tears right now. This is so sweet.
Wow, this story got me. I understand my weakness-(I always want to lose sight of reality and dwell in a land of beautiful stars-at least for a short while.) I meet Augustus and Hazel Grace in this amazing story by John Green. These and characters become so real to me. I feel the pain that Hazel goes through. It's as though I was Hazel. The love between Hazel and Augustus sends turbulent waves of electricity into every single motor unit of my body. I understand Augustus and admire Hazel's heroism. My silent wish remains that maybe, just maybe, I should have an experience with a fairytale. A real one and not one of fiction. I say to myself,'Daniella, love, beauty and hope can all be lived not only in your imagination but in reality if only you allow yourself to live them.'Maybe I'm right or maybe, I'm wrong. Who cares? After all, my life is an aggregate of the choices I make'. Wow..Hazels eulogy to Augustus really caused a surge of emotions to run through my already highly delicate and sensitive heart. The beauty of life, love and hope. The whole poetic twist sets my senses on fire. I love this story. It's simply awesome. I just wish that someday I will simply just live my simple fairytale without much interference from the reality that the world pretends to engage in. I might find my Augustus (who knows?) but hopefully, he should have his heart and still be in perfect condition. (My patella's gotta bear with me on this one. I'm going to go to Heaven's throne room for a long time pleading to the Most High that I want an opportunity to live the stories I have cooked up in my little mind.)
The Eulogy! THIS ONE GOT ME! IT'S SIMPLY AMAZING#SNIFF
"My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won't be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because like all real love stories, it will die with us. As it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me, because there is no one I'd rather have. I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There is an infinite between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many days of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You have me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful'
OMY! This is soo cool. I can imagine this exists in real life forever. I wish it did :-(
But I tell myself, since I am an imaginative person, perchance, I could just allow myself an opportunity to live this fairytale.
The fault in our stars
This is EPIC! Soo Epic! Somehow I think I have got my Augustus already. Funny enough he is in my mind. And that makes everything so perfect for me because I don't have to live the disappointment of realising that some amazing things can only be real in your mind.
THE FAULT IN OUR Stars!
Augustus' eulogy in a letter to the writer, Van Houten.
Van Houten,
"I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team. I don't want to ask you for any favours, but if you have time- and from what I saw, you have plenty- I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I've got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here's the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That's what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. (Okay maybe I'm not such a shitty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.) Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either. People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten it's triumphant. It's heroic. After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I walked in behind the nurse and got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. I just held her hand and tried to imagine a 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. What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don't get to choose the ones you hurting this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
I do, Augustus
Ouch! I'm swimming in a puddle of tears right now. This is so sweet.
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