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30 Best Quotes From “The Fault in Our Stars” movie by John Green

The Fault in Our Stars was a blockbuster, becoming number one at the box office during its opening weekend, and grossing over $307 million worldwide with a budget of $12 million.

It was released on September 16, 2014, and grossed over $42 million in total domestic video sales.

The Film is a romantic tragedy movie released in the year 2014 and is based on the 2012 novel written by John Green under the same title.

It is a story of two cancer patients who fell in love after meeting in a cancer support goup. It is very beautifully written book and even more beautiful portrayed on the silver screen by the director Josh Boone. In this article we have got a lot more than 36 The Fault in Our Stars quotes.


The Fault in Our Stars has been a very wonderful movie and a fine piece of art. Those who have gone through it understands how deep it penetrates the human heart and put suffering people in a panic situation all the time and even worse reminding them of death. People get quick sense of empathy and as a result we, human beings get attached to the person portraying the characters on screen that is why you are here to read about it more.

So, we got you covered with the most influential The Fault in Our Stars quotes.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you,” he said

Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.

It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once

-The Fault in Our Stars quotes

What a slut time is. She screws everybody.

We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lengthy battle with cancer. He died after a lengthy battle with human consciousness, a victim – as you will be – of the universe’s need to make and unmake all that is possible.-

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.

I told myself – as I’ve told myself before – that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn’t slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Mom sobbed something into Dad’s chest that I wish I hadn’t heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, “I won’t be a mom anymore.” It gutted me pretty badly.

I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.

Augustus: “I can still dominate your blind ass at Counterinsurgence,”
Isaac: “I’m pretty sure all asses are blind

The world wasn’t made for us, we were made for the world

You are a side effect,” Van Houten continued, “of an evolutionary process that cares little for individual lives. You are a failed experiment in mutation.

Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.

I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

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.

One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It’s all fragile and fleeting, dear reader, but with this swing set, your child(ren) will be introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and safely, and may also learn the most important lesson of all: No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can’t go all the way around.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

“It seemed like forever ago, like we’ve had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

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. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

Some wars,” he said dismissively. “What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They’re made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.

Augustus,” I said. “Really. You don’t have to do this.”
“Sure I do,” he said. “I found my Wish.”
“God, you’re the best,” I told him.
“I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel,” he answered.

That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt

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.

You say you’re not special because the world doesn’t know about you, but that’s an insult to me. I know about you.

You’re arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that’s a lie, and you know it.

According to the conventions of the genre, Augustus Waters kept his sense of humor till the end, did not for a moment waiver in his courage, and his spirit soared like an indomitable eagle until the world itself could not contain his joyous soul.

But this is the truth, a pitiful boy who desperately wanted not to be pitiful, screaming and crying, poisoned by an infected G-tube that kept him alive, but not alive enough.
I wiped his chin and grabbed his face in my hands and knelt down close to him so that I could see his eyes, which still lived. ‘I’m sorry. I wish it was like that movie, with the Persians and the Spartans.’
‘Me too,’ he said.
‘But it isn’t,’ I said.
‘I know,’ he said.
‘There are no bad guys.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Even cancer isn’t a bad guy really: Cancer just wants to be alive.

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.

But I believe in true love, you know? I don’t believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

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, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

I was blind and heart broken and didn’t want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, “I have wonderful news!” And I was like, “I don’t really want to hear wonderful news right now,” and Gus said, “This is wonderful news you want to hear,” and I asked him, “Fine, what is it?” and he said, “You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!

Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.’
‘Seventeen,’ Gus corrected.
‘I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interupting bastard.
‘I’m telling you,’ Isaac continued, ‘Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
‘But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.’
I was kind of crying by then.

Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!

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. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.

My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great sat-crossed love 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’s no one I’d rather have…” I started crying. “Okay, how not to cry. How am I-okay. Okay.”

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

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