John Green Roman Quotations

I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "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.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.

We don't tend to write about disease in fiction - not just teen novels but all American novels - because it doesn't fit in with our idea of the heroic romantic epic. There is room only for sacrifice, heroism, war, politics and family struggle.

I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.

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.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.