--SOMEONE WHO LOOKS A LOT LIKE YOU SHOWED UP, BUT JUST TO SAY GOODBYE

…The other day I finished John Green's Young Adult novel, "The Fault in Our Stars."

It was not perfectly well written.  Sometimes the story bordered on cheesy or melodrama.  Yet it soared and stung.  It was loaded with heavy, important themes about life and death and what those entail.

The story, about two terminal teenagers, star-crossed lovers, grabbed me by the shirt collar and demanded to be devoured. 

Which I did.

Here are some snippets from the book.  Really they're life lessons, philosophies, wisdom to ponder when life gives you the moment to do so

Enjoy:

There are only two emotions—love and fear.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

The thing about pain is it demands to be felt.

I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.

The word “okay” is very flirty.  “Okay” is bursting with sensuality.

The universe needs to make and unmake all that is possible.

“I have wonderful news!  You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!”

Funerals are for the living.

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

Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.

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…and maybe that’s sort of the point of architecture.

I know that love is just a shout into the void.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom.  And in freedom, most people find sin.

People always get used to beauty.

Everyone wants to lead an extraordinary life.

The thing about dead people is you sound like a bastard if you don’t romanticize them, but the truth is… complicated.

It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Like all sick children, you say you don’t want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.

You have a choice in this world, about how to tell sad stories.

Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed.

I want to leave a mark.