"Trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you" p. 122
The love I have for Hazel Grace is tremendously strong. I'm fully aware that Hazel and myself are ticking time bombs in the literal sense. Just like a bomb, our days are numbered. Although our lives may be short, I would prefer to live this way so I can appreciate the opportunities that I'm presented with. I believe that this viewpoint is disappointingly uncommon among teenagers, because I don't believe that distance can affect the way that a person feels for someone else.
The love I have for Hazel Grace is tremendously strong. I'm fully aware that Hazel and myself are ticking time bombs in the literal sense. Just like a bomb, our days are numbered. Although our lives may be short, I would prefer to live this way so I can appreciate the opportunities that I'm presented with. I believe that this viewpoint is disappointingly uncommon among teenagers, because I don't believe that distance can affect the way that a person feels for someone else.
"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." p.20
The metaphor of the cigarette is an element of importance in my life because it is one of the only times I have control over my body. For the few minutes I have a cigarette placed between my teeth, I am able to consciously make a decision about my fate- whether to light it or not. Although one cigarette would not kill me, I still have the option to partially self inflict my death, which is a lot easier to swallow. By letting the cigarettes rest between my lips without being lit, I allow myself, for a short period of time, to have the last word in my fate. |
Map of Amsterdam, Netherlands
Shown above is the approximate location of where Hazel and I traveled in Europe, and the pinpoint is the Anne Frank House, the place where we were last seen romantically in public
“The thing about dead people, […] is you sound like a bastard if you don’t romanticize them, but the truth is… complicated, I guess.” p. 173
Regardless of how harsh it sounds, I believe that a person's life loses meaning once they no longer have a presence on this Earth. Although there are people like Galileo, and Shakespeare, where people remember the important aspects of their lives. The things that matter the most about a person, such as the way their eyes light up when they laugh, or what their voice sounds like, are always forgotten once they are gone and I can't imagine losing these things about Hazel. That's the thing about being a ticking time bomb- you value the days that are given, but dread when they come to an end.
Regardless of how harsh it sounds, I believe that a person's life loses meaning once they no longer have a presence on this Earth. Although there are people like Galileo, and Shakespeare, where people remember the important aspects of their lives. The things that matter the most about a person, such as the way their eyes light up when they laugh, or what their voice sounds like, are always forgotten once they are gone and I can't imagine losing these things about Hazel. That's the thing about being a ticking time bomb- you value the days that are given, but dread when they come to an end.
"The marks humans leave are too often scars." p. 311
This is the thing that sucks about humans. Throughout our lives, we leave metaphorical scars on the people we interact with and too often we leave scars, that exist as a reminder for the damage we may have caused with our existence. I want to leave a mark so deep that people will remember the love between Hazel and I, so that they will long to one day experience a fraction of the feelings we shared.
This is the thing that sucks about humans. Throughout our lives, we leave metaphorical scars on the people we interact with and too often we leave scars, that exist as a reminder for the damage we may have caused with our existence. I want to leave a mark so deep that people will remember the love between Hazel and I, so that they will long to one day experience a fraction of the feelings we shared.