"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." - The Faults in our Stars; John Green
I found this quote on Tumblr.
I haven't read that book yet. Ben gave it to me for Christmas, but I'm currently reading about 3 other novels. It sits on my coffee table though, always staring at me when I walk into my apartment. I can hear it yelling at me to open it up, and finally see and experience the craft of words John Green has displayed in there.
Is it strange that I'm afraid to read it?
I just think that excerpt from it is so beautiful; that line is poetic, and I'm afraid the rest of the book won't be. I don't want such a beautiful display of words to be ruined for me suddenly. It's silly, I know. But, that quote is so rhythmic and deep, in just 9 short words. What drew me most to it was the fact that finally someone, somewhere, figured out how to write a condensed version of my thought pattern. I have these incredible ideas, dreams, words, and creations that float around in my brain; stars. Yet, I can't begin to put them into something with even a bit of organization; constellations.
Maybe I should just stop thinking, and read the damn book already.
