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" Ils scrutaient le sillon obscur creusé sous vos yeux par la fatigue, le frémissement s'emparant de vous au moment où ils prononçaient le nom du défunt, puis repartaient avec le goût mêlé des pâtisseries à la pistache et du devoir accompli.
Pour certains, la mort est résolument ce que la vie peut offrir de plus divertissant. „

Je n’ai jamais lu un passage aussi proche de la réalité

James was sure he was an unlovable person. Maybe it was why he bad decided to accept scraps of it from Dr Byrne.
‘I just think you're someone who wants a non-standard life, you know?' I began.Like the TV stuff. Like the agent.I don't know anyone who chases after stuff the way you do.I think you just want this big huge exceptional life,and you're probably going to have a huge big exceptional love that goes with it.'

I’m not even 50% in the book but it already altered my brain chemistry and i can’t stop thinking about it the thing is that I START TO REGRET IT since i clearly am not the targeted audience and i would’ve done better if i read it on my twenties😭if only i informed myself before digging into books but its alright i feel connected to the characters as if i’m also their home mate so i don’t really mind😇

“Even then, in my fury, I was aware that James could find an equally interesting housemate tomorrow, but for me there was only one James.”

Take a look at this river of tears😭😭 a crazy thing to do tbf but MANNN this book gives me the chills i’m in love

- Tu sais, je disserte, si on ne se détestait pas autant l'un l'autre, on formerait probablement un duo de choc.
- Attends, quoi? On se déteste ?

Je suis amoureuse d’Henry

Comme si les sentiments d'Ivan pour son père n'avaient nulle part où aller, comme s'ils restaient inexprimés en lui. Depuis le décès de son père, Ivan n'a plus jamais entendu ces mots, Je t'aime, ni ne les a prononcés. Cela explique-t-il son envie de les entendre et de les dire à nouveau pour relâcher la pression pour libérer cette force en lui.

c’est une blague? Je suis détruite

Ou alors, peut-être que c'était du sabotage.
Sa vie, qui avait un instant risqué de devenir supportable, pourquoi ne pas la faire changer de cap en faisant souffrir et en peinant la seule personne capable de le supporter

Eh bah wow je pense que je préfère les chapitres de Peter plutôt que celui de Ivan meme si je préfère le personnage de Ivan. Le quotidien de Peter est paradoxalement plus captivant

Ça fait vraiment bizarre. Qu'il ne soit plus là. Et puis, j'ai des regrets aussi, tu vois. De ne pas avoir été plus gentil avec lui. Je n'ai pas été méchant. Mais par exemple, je regrette les comportements stupides que j'ai pu avoir dans l'adolescence. J'aurais aimé m'excuser de certaines choses tant qu'il était encore en vie.

🥹🥹 Il est trop chou mon amour

Anna serait donc bien mal placée pour reprocher sa vanité à Margaret, qui a été si douloureusement privée de tout ça ces dernières années, tandis qu'Anna faisait l'objet d'un amour inconditionnel. Margaret connaît Ivan seulement depuis quelques jours, et il lui a procuré, autant le dire, la seule bouffée de flatterie à laquelle elle a eu droit depuis longtemps.

Ok je sens que c’est un personnage peak

Et puis, mes parents étaient séparés. J'ai surtout vécu avec mon père.

Tkt le kho on a remarqué 😭😭 toi et ton frère vous êtes littéralement attiré par des femmes plus âgées que vous dès qu’elles manifestent un léger intérêt pour vous svp à quoi d’autre cela peut être dû🥀🥀

Elle lui demande s’il est étudiant, et il répond qu'il vient de terminer ses études en physique théorique.

Est ce qu’on est choquée qu’il soit un étudiant en physique ? Non.

L'esprit humain, malgré toutes les qualités qu'il lui trouvait un instant plus tôt, est souvent répétitif, prisonnier d'un cycle familier d'idées non productives qui, dans le cas d'Ivan, sont en général teintées de regrets. a déjà réfléchi à tout ça, le passé qu'on ne peut rattraper, ce qui est fait est fait

Ok je pense que je vais beaucoup m’attacher au goat Ivan he gets me like no one

"It's total bullshit," he said. "The whole thing Eighty percent survival rate and he's in the twenty percent?”

Don’t fuckin remind me

“Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.”

Don’t freakin mess with me i still have fuck ass 70 pages left

"Sometimes I dream that I'm writing a memoir. A memoir would be just the thing to keep me in the hearts and memories of my adoring public."
"Why do you need an adoring public when you've got me?" I asked.

Don’t do this to me. I SHOULD’VE KNOWN THE MOMENT he confessed his biggest fear was to be forgotten. That’s a not so subtle foreshadowing of his fate from the author💔 ill cry

I couldn't be mad at him for even a moment, and only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn't unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn't want to.
"It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair."
"The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory,"

SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Ok well peter is actually INSUFFERABLE i wouldn’t have been able to pass a single minute by his side WTF i guess the author couldn’t make his loneliness more obvious, he confesses all his nerdy knowledge to mere strangers for the sake of WITHERING THEM FUCK i’m annoyed. He spoked badly to my shayla Augustus and said I QUOTE THAT CANCER MADE HIM DUMB wtf this man legit wrote a book about the struggles of cancer

thinking that I would give up all the sick days I had left for a few healthy ones. I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living with cancer not dying of it, that I mustn't let it kill me before it kills me,

😢aw my shayla

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.

Okay well so, gus is smitten by her since the very beginning because she looks like his late girlfriend? And Hazel is literally forming a soul bond with her. This is getting insane.

"You're a survivor yourself, then?"
Augustus: "I am. I didn't cut this fella off for the sheer unadulterated pleasure of it, although it is an excellent weight-loss strategy. Legs are heavy!"

what’s wrong with him 😭😭😭

"Dude, pillows don't break. Try something that breaks."
Isaac reached for a basketball trophy from the shelf above the bed and then held it over his head as if waiting for permission. "Yes," Augustus said. "Yes!"

He’s the unbothered king he thinks he is. It’s merely the beginning but I already have a feeling he’s gonna pass away in the end and maybe this recklessness hints that he won’t live up for too long

"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other."

He shook off a glove and put his bare palm to her hair, something he now knew he had longed to do since he had first laid eyes on her, that day when she killed the swan. Pressed against his, the entire length
he had ever felt before.
of her body was delicate but steady, alive and cool, like nothing he ever felt before.

GARETT AND FAINA???? I COULD NOT PREDICT THAT NOT EVEN IN MY WILDEST DREAM??? but I’m SATT

'His grave. It was a little boy. And before I laid him in the ground, I named him Joseph Maurice.' Mabel laughed out loud.
'Joseph Maurice,' she whispered. It was a name of contention, the two names that would have shocked both their families - two great-grandfathers, one on each side, each a black sheep in his own right. 'Joseph Maurice.'

« I am sorry to say no matter which version, the story ends badly.
The litle snow girl comes and goes with winter, but in the end she always melts. She plays with the village children too close to a bonfire, or she doesn't flee the coming of spring quickly enough, or, as in the version told in Father's book, she meets a boy and chooses mortal love. »

This is far from being surprising, but it still hurt💔

Then he took his knife out of his pack and sharpened it on a steel, all the while considering the feeling in his gut. At last he knew - it was the sense of a debt owed.
He'd taken a life, a significant life judging by the animal laid out before him. He was obliged to take care of the meat and bring it home in gratitude.
But it was something about the child, too.
She knew this land by heart.

"But you walked in here today, anyway. You ended up in the lane right next to mine, and you started talking to me, initiating conversa-tion. What are the chances? Two people from Morris, meeting in Eau Claire? And the very one I wanted to meet."

I an genuinely smiling all ears ?? When will fate play me such a delightful and mesmerizing trick??? They are so smitten over each other i’m in love

I think back to the conversation we had in the car after my stop-and-run fiasco at the traffic light in Beaufort, and how he said that messing with his parents could be fun as long as he was in on the joke, to. He really meant it.

I slide my palm over his cheek, matching his grin. "I’m proud of you. I wish I could see your mom's face right now.'

I’m crine

" thoughts slip underwater as my arch against him and he ties his hip against mine, needing closer contact. We're kissing so hard that we keep forgoing the need to breathe. It's unimportant at this point. Minor details. "

?????????????!!!!!!!! Yeah i’m sat

" It's been a long time since he's slipped his fingers through my hair long enough for the scent to wear off on him. It's been a lifetime since we've smelled or tasted like each other. Been hungry for each other. "

This is THE LINE i didn’t know i needed. I love this book