Wow,” I said. “Are you making this up?”
“Hazel Grace, could I, with my meager intellectual capacities, make up a letter from Peter Van Houten featuring phrases like ‘our triumphantly digitized contemporaneity’?”
“You could not,” I allowed. “Can I, can I have the email address?”
“Of course,” Augustus said, like it was not the best gift ever.

Pero diré esto: Cuando los científicos del futuro aparezcan en mi casa con ojos robot y me digan que los pruebe, yo les diré a los científicos que se larguen, porque no quiero ver un mundo sin él"

—The Fault in Our Stars - John Green.

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.

Cancer kids are essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made the diversity of life on earth possible. t

No puedes elegir si van hacerte daño en este mundo, pero sí eliges quién te lo hace.

you clench your teeth,you look up, you tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them,and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness , so you will not cry and you say all of this to yourself while you are looking up at the ceiling , and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile
" i lit up like a Christmas tree, Hazel Grace. the lining of my chest,my left hip, my liver ,everywhere.