As you all know, I am a big fan of The Fault In Our Stars. The book, primarily. The film is decent and the actors did a good job incorporating the characters, particularly Shailene Woodley whom I was always a big fan of ( from the days she was Amy Juergens in The Secret Life of the american teenager). Nevertheless nothing can fully portray the beauty and depth and the sensitivity of John Green's words and the human imagination.
First of all, let's clarify the following: I am not, and I want to emphasize this, a fan girl! Fan girls as the name directs us to entitles someone who is first a girl and a fan. I am fan, a big one of the book but I am not a fan girl of the film. Anyway, this is not the point of this post. I just wanted to say this about the fault in our stars because one of my favourite bits of the book are in the last page. And I felt like sharing it somewhere with people I can trust that won't judge me for finding it the sweetest thing evah!
We all girls and guys, we all want to love and be loved. And we all want to live a big endless love story. And we want these moments to last forever and love this person as much as we need air in our lungs. However, fairy tales are for the books. Reality check, life gets messy and when everything gets confusing and things get in the way of what once seem endless, everything changes and now an end is seen. However, the true meaning of loving someone is not giving away any moment to love them a bit more. Even the painful moments when no one would judge you if you hated them. And that is what Hazel (just got say I love this name. Honestly, I find it so pretty and different) and Guy's story teaches us. That even though all is temporary, it doesn't have to be ephemeral. You can make your little infinite count to someone.
You should never fear oblivion. Oblivion is for those who didn't live. If one person can remember you for what you truly were and still loves you, you left your mark upon this earth. You are unforgettable.
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 hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
I do, AugustusI do." - page 310-313
"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Solnado
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