I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Love and war are two different battlefields.
Just because someone hurts you doesn’t mean you can simply stop loving them. It’s not a person’s actions that hurt the most. It’s the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
In the future… if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again… fall in love with me.
In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.
When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love…
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay.
Love her, love her, love her! If she favors you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces, – and as it gets older and stronger it will tear deeper, – love her, love her, love her!
