Ill fight it. Ill fight it for you. Dont you worry about me Hazel Grace. Im okay. Ill find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

In real life love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.

Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we cant control one that overwhelms logic and common sense. Thats what it was like for me. I didnt plan on falling in love with you and I doubt if oyu planned on fallin gin love with me. But once we met it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love despite our differences and once we did something rare and beautiful was created. For me love like that has happened only once and thats why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. Ill never forget a single moment of it.

Good night good night parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Its not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy understand him well enough to defeat him then in that very moment I also love him. I think its impossible to really understand somebody what they want what they believe and not love them the way they love themselves. And then in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them.

She didnt understand that. How can anyone be afraid of loveHow can they not His face was completely aghast. When you love someone... truly love them friend or lover you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurtyou literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike its cripplinglike having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you That no one can love you To have it happen once is bad enough... but to have it repeated Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that

any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

I almost wish we were butterflies and livd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.