John Green: 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.
John Green: I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once
John Green: That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.
John Green: Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
John Green: Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
John Green: You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.
John Green: 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.
Me: Oh don't mind me, I'll just be lying on the floor over there