Augustus: I always thought I’d have a grand story to tell, you know? Something they’d publish in all the papers. I mean, I was supposed to be special.
Hazel: You are special, Augustus.
Augustus: Yeah I know, but… you know what I mean.
Hazel: I do know what you mean, I just don’t agree with you. You know this obsession you have with being remembered—
Augustus: Don’t get mad—
Hazel: I am mad! I’m mad because I think you’re special, and is that not enough? You think that the only way to live a meaningful life is for everyone to remember you, for everyone to love you. Guess what, Gus, this is your life, ‘kay? This is all you get. You get me, and you get your family, and you get this world, and that’s it. And if that’s not enough for you, then… I’m sorry, but it’s not nothing. Cause I love you. And I’m gonna remember you.
Augustus: I’m sorry. You’re right.
Hazel: I just wish you would be happy with that.The Fault in Our Stars