http___book-log.net_books_profile_7363__D0_92_D0_B8_D0_BD_D0_B0_D1_82_D0_B0__D0_B2__D0_BD_D0_B0_D1_88_D0_B8_D1_82_D0_B5__D0_B7_D0_B2_D0_B5_D0_B7_D0_B4_D0_B8__D0_BE_D1_82__D0_94_D0_B6_D0_BE_D0_BD__D0_93_D1_80_D0_B8_D0_B9_D0_BD_1.xml
https___thefloralbookcase.wordpress.com_2014_05_14_the-fault-in-our-stars-john-green_.xml
1.1 2.1 3.1 4.1 5.1 6.1 7.1 8.1 9.1 10.1 11.1 12.1 13.1 13.2 13.3 13.4 13.5 13.6 13.7 13.8 13.9 13.10 13.11 14.1 14.2 15.1 15.2 16.1 17.1 18.1 18.2 19.1 19.2 19.3 19.4 20.1 20.2 21.1 22.1 23.1 24.1
Вината в нашите звезди от Джон Грийн Въведени са общо 6 книги от този автор. Потребители прочели тази книга (11): landonova, animalita, unchita, zuzi, zavinagiiii, mamuri, Лолитка, alex.viki, Хотелски, elleee, DiamondQueen_ В момента четат тази книга (1): Bianka_L@ Смятат да я прочетат (4): adlian, veronikazp, tzvetie, Петър Потребители прочели тази книга (11): landonova, animalita, unchita, zuzi, zavinagiiii, mamuri, Лолитка, alex.viki, Хотелски, elleee, DiamondQueen_ В момента четат тази книга (1): Bianka_L@ Смятат да я прочетат (4): adlian, veronikazp, tzvetie, Петър Това заглавие е на български. Заглавието и на други езици: Цитати от книгата: (13)покажи всички “Не мога да разкажа любовната ни история и затова ще говоря за математика. Не съм математик, но знаем едно: между 0 и 1 има безкрайно много числа. Например 0,1, 0,12, 0,112 и така до безкрай. Но, разбира се, безкрайните множества от числа между 0 и 2 и между 0 и милион са много по-големи. Едни безкрайности са по-големи от други. Научихме това от един писател, когото и двамата харесвахме. Има дни, в които ме обзема негодувание срещу размера на моето безкрайно множество. Искам повече числа, отколкото най-вероятно ще получа, и Бог ми е свидетел, че искам за Огъстъс Уотърс повече числа, отколкото той получи. Но, Гас, любов моя, не мога да ти опиша колко съм признателна за нашата малка безкрайност. Не бих я заменила за нищо на този свят. За броени дни ти ми подари цяла вечност и затова съм благодарна.” “Но аз нямам нищо против, Хейзъл Грейс. За мен би било привилегия точно ти да разбиеш сърцето ми.” “Странно е, че къщите винаги изглеждат сякаш нищо не се случва в тях, въпреки че побират голяма част от нашите животи. Чудех се дали това донякъде не е целта на архитектурата.” Имах чувството, че да изгубиш човекът, с когото си създал спомени, означава да изгубиш самите спомени. Започнах да се влюбвам така, както потъваш в сън: първо постепенно, а после изведнъж. Каква мръсница е времето. Може всекиго да изиграе. "Ето в какво вярвам. Вярвам, че вселената иска да бъде забелязана. Смятам, че вселената приема радушно всяка проява на интерес и възнаграждава интелекта, отчасти защото иска хората да обърнат внимание на нейната красота. И кой съм аз, една нищожна прашинка в историята на света, за да казвам на вселената, че тя - или представата ми за нея - е преходна?" "Ти си само страничен ефект на един еволюционен процес, който не дава пукната пара за живота на отделния индивид. Ти си несполучлив експеримент на естествената мутация." "Татко все казваше, че един човек се познава по отношението му към сервитьори и асистенти" "Ако човек не може да живее в служба на някое по-висше добро, тогава би могъл поне да умре за него." "Колко прекрасно и странно би било да живееш на място, където почти всичко е построено от мъртвите." "Понякога четеш някоя книга и тя те изпълва с такова едно странно божествено чувство, че накрая стигаш до убеждението, че разбитият на парчета свят никога няма да върне целостта си, докато всяко живо човешко същество не прочете тази книга."
1.1 1.2 1.3 2.1 2.2 2.3 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 2.9 2.10 3.1 4.1 4.2 4.3 4.4 5.1 5.2 5.3 5.4 6.1 6.2 7.1 7.2 7.3 8.1 9.1 10.1 10.2 10.3 11.1 11.2 11.3 12.1 12.2 12.3 13.1 13.2 13.3 13.4 14.1 15.1 15.2 16.1 16.2 16.3 17.1 17.2 17.3 17.4 17.5 18.1 18.2 18.3 18.4 19.1 19.2 19.3 20.1 20.2 20.3 21.1 22.1 22.2 23.1 23.2 24.1 24.2 25.1 25.2 26.1 26.2 26.3 27.1 27.2 27.3 28.1 28.2 28.3 29.1 29.2 30.1 30.2 30.3 31.1 31.2 32.1 33.1 33.2 33.3 34.1 34.2 35.1 35.2 36.1 36.2 36.3 36.4 36.5 37.1 37.2 37.3 37.4 37.5 38.1 38.2 38.3 38.4 38.5 38.6 38.7 38.8 38.9 39.1 39.2 39.3 40.1 40.2 40.3 40.4 40.5 40.6 41.1 41.2 41.3 42.1 42.2 42.3 43.1 43.2 43.3 43.4 43.5 43.6 43.7 43.8 43.9 43.10 43.11 43.12 44.1 44.2 44.3 45.1 45.2 46.1 46.2 47.1 47.2 48.1 48.2 49.1 49.2 49.3 50.1 50.2 50.3 51.1 51.2 51.3 52.1 52.2 52.3 53.1 53.2 53.3 53.4 53.5 54.1 54.2 55.1 55.2 56.1 56.2 56.3 56.4
“My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.” – Chapter 1 “‘There will come a time,’ I said, ‘when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this’ – I gestured encompassingly – ‘will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. 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. God knows that’s what everyone else does.'” – Chapter 1 “‘Why are you looking at me like that?’ Augustus half smiled. ‘Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.'” – Chapter 1 “‘They don’t kill you unless you light them,’ he said as Mom arrived at the curb. ‘And I’ve never lit one. 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.'” – Chapter 1 “I like that he was a tenured professor in the Department of slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of Having a Voice That Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.” -Chapter 2 “Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.” – Chapter 2 “‘Feel better?’ he asked. ‘No,’ Isaac mumbled, his chest heaving. ‘That’s the thing about pain,’ Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. ‘It demands to be felt.'” – Chapter 4 “You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence. But I do — God, I do really want to know what happens to everyone else.” -Chapter 5 “Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is the only value in passing the time as comfortably as possible?” – Chapter 5 “I giggled and said, ‘Okay.’ And then the line was quiet but not dead. It almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.” – Chapter 5 “‘God, you’re the best,’ I told him. I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel,’ he answered.” – Chapter 5 “Oh, I got over it, darling. It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.” – Chapter 6 “I’m like. Like. I’m like a grenade, Mom. I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?” – Chapter 6 “So of course I tensed up when he touched me. To be with him was to hurt him – inevitably. And that’s what I’d felt as he reached for me: I’d felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.” Chapter 6 “‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.’ Easy enough to say when you’re a Roman nobleman (or Shakespeare!), but there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.” – Chapter 7 “What a slut time is. She screws everybody.” – Chapter 7 “‘You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you,’ he said. ‘I guess?’ I said ‘All efforts to save me from you will fail,’ he said.” -Chapter 8 “You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.” – Chapter 8 “I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – Chapter 8 “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.” -Chapter 10 “I could feel everybody watching us, wondering what was wrong with us, and whether it would kill us, and how heroic my mom must be, and everything else. That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.” -Chapter 10 “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” -Chapter 10 “It looked like an old painting, but real — everything achingly idyllic in the morning light — and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.” – Chapter 11 “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.” – Chapter 11 “If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know?” -Chapter 11 “‘I don’t ever want to do that to you,’ I told him. ‘Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.'” – Chapter 11 “Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don’t.” -Chapter 12 “The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body; this cancer-ruined thing I’d spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and the PICC lines and the ceaseless bodily betrayal of the tumors.” -Chapter 12 “According to Maslow, I was stuck on the second level of the pyramid, unable to feel secure in my health and therefore unable to reach for love and respect and art and whatever else, which is, of course, utter horseshit: The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness. Maslow’s pyramid seemed to imply that I was less human than other people, and most people seemed to agree with him. But not Augustus.” -Chapter 13 “Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. 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 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.” – Chapter 13 “‘Some war,’ 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 are made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.” – Chapter 13 “I don’t know what I believe, Hazel. I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.” – Chapter 14 “Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed. That’s what I believe. I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it — or my observation of it — is temporary?” – Chapter 14 “‘Ma’am,’ Augustus said, nodding toward her, ‘your daughter’s car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we’ll be forced to call the police.'” – Chapter 14 “It seems like forever ago, like we’d had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.” – Chapter 15 “I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s 0.1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.” – Chapter 20 “I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters’s death was Augustus Waters.” -Chapter 21 “It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.” -Chapter 21 “Thinking you won’t die is yet another side effect of dying.” -Chapter 21 “It’s almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person I was or the whatever I am now.” – Chapter 21 “You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.” -Chapter 21 “Writing does not resurrect. It buries.” – Chapter 21 “I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus’s parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.” – Chapter 22 “I knew that time would now pass for me differently than it would for him — That I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he’d once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.” – Chapter 22 “Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.” -Chapter 23 “Sober up. Write another novel. Do the thing you’re good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.” – Chapter 23 “It was kind of a beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid — the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn’t built for humans, we were built for the world.” -Chapter 25 “We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.” -Chapter 25 “The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.” -Chapter 25