It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
And then the wall rose,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
by Langston Hughes
One of the very few books that left a Mark on my Heart. I can read and re-read the book all day without ever getting bored.
The story is very Heart-Touching and the characters are Amazing. Some characters seemed somewhat familiar, perhaps because i know some people who are more alive than others and who always want good for others.
Hazel Grace, knowing what she is and trying to minimize the after-effects of her death, this is so brave, even for a fiction character. And then there is Mr. Augustus, i would really want to have persons like him as Friends. BEST CHARACTERS one can ever have in a perfect story; BEST PARENTS, BEST FRIENDS, BEST STRANGERS,….
All i can say is that this is the best Romantic Novel i have ever read. It felt more like A Walk to Rememberby Nicholas Sparks.
Thank you John Green for such a wonderful journey. God Bless U.
“To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
~ Ellen Bass
Picture Credits Meetville
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Evil, what is it, do you really know?
They say it’s bad and harmful but is that its only goal?
If it serves no greater purpose in this universe of ours
Then why does God allow it with all his omnipotent powers?
Is evil really just a marker of free will?
Or is it an agent of change come the status quo to kill?
Is it a blackness that blights the human heart as it causes pain and scars?
Or is it just the darkness that allows us to see the stars?
It is a catalyst that causes a chain reaction?
Or a sinful fall from grace that causes good’s redaction?
Does it light the way of angels so they know where not to go?
Or is it just God’s shadow and the shadow of the good God has bestowed?
Is it some sort of test to help God select just the best?
Or a form of discipline like cracking knuckles on a desk?
If God has found evil necessary it must be part of human destiny
And an important lesson for us to learn while we’re still here at God’s knee
~ John Richardson Admin At Poetry Light
I’ve been working so hard you just wouldn’t believe,
And I’m tired!
There’s so little time and so much to achieve,…
And I’m tired!
I’ve been lying here holding the grass in its place,
Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,
Tasting the apples to see if they’re sweet,
Counting the toes on a centipede’s feet.
I’ve been memorizing the shape of that cloud,
Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,
Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,
Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.
I’ve been supervising the work of the ants
And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,
Calling the fish to swim into my nets,
And I’ve taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths,
And I’m TIRED!
The people between the borders
Yes, that’s who we are
We like to think our minds are piercing and probing
But they really can’t wander that far
Because we’re stuck between the borders
Like the pages inside of a book
We race from cover to cover
But that’s as far as we’re able to look
We live in a bubble of space and time
Without knowing what lies beyond
Just floating and bobbing at the end of our line
While time moves relentlessly on
As we float along in the river of now
Wondering when it began and will end
It’s a good idea to let your head bow
And to utter an occasional amen
We may not know where space ends
Or what’s on the other side
But we know we know not how to untie the knot
And that the answers don’t lie here inside
A mystery of power and loving grace
Brings truth for all who are willing to face
That our limited minds can’t alone the path trod
Beyond the borders to the invisible God