“But perhaps I – perhaps we, were not made to hold such great fervour in us, for all greatness eventually falls. And all lights must dim.”— Alexis Agape, thoughtcatalog.com
“I have yet to learn to be steady as the Northern Star, of a small but bright light against the veil of the dark. I have only ever known to burn with such intensity that all other stars pale in comparison.”— Alexis Agape, thoughtcatalog.com
“When I fell for you, emotions exploded within me, like a shooting star streaking across the dark night sky, with shimmers of light tailing my elation. But all I ever was, was a brief moment in the darkness, a protest against the night sky, of hope against all odds.”— Alexis Agape, thoughtcatalog.com
“I know your skin. I know every inch of it, the feeling of your five o’clock shadow, hidden birthmarks with freckles due east and west, the scars, and the stories that go along with each one.”— Natasha Vaughn, thoughtcatalog.com
“Him and I, we were not fire. We were water (still are), liquid, pliable. We took the shape of anything in the universe. It was the togetherness of water that took to me—we are separate but we are the same. Our volume changes, our chemical makeup not always in balance. But most importantly, I knew we…”— Valerie Cheng, thoughtcatalog.com
“I have a habit of keeping for myself, souvenirs from every relationship. Not material goods, or memories, really, but words. Sentences said to me that leave a lasting image in my head. For every relationship there has to be one sentence that is beautiful—perfectly crafted and presented, with a thin…”— Valerie Cheng, thoughtcatalog.com
“I wonder how it’s possible to forget a face. I wonder how you can forget the sound of someone’s voice or the way they tasted against your lips, even though you swore to yourself you’d always remember.”— Stephanie Walker, thoughtcatalog.com
“I wonder if the way the rain feels against my skin is the same way it feels against yours. If the words of my favorite song remind you of the way it felt when he let you go after promising he never would, or when the warm August air made you crazy for a boy who was leaving in September.”— Stephanie Walker, thoughtcatalog.com
“I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, and it should.”— John Green, Hazel, amazon.com
“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.”— John Green, Hazel, amazon.com
“And only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation. I couldn't unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn't want to.”— John Green, Hazel, amazon.com
“To be with him was to hurt him—inevitably. And that's what I'd felt as he reached for me; I'd felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.”— John Green, Hazel, amazon.com
“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.”— John Green, Isaac, amazon.com
“I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.”— John Green, Hazel, amazon.com
“But you keep the promise anyways. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.”— John Green, Isaac, amazon.com
“I took her face in my hands and pulled her forehead against mine, and in that instant I felt our present and past selves in the room, the two of us in college choking back our emotions, a tsunami of love and longing and fear, as we slow-danced with our heads pressed together in a honky-tonk bar, pea…”— Mary Taugher, narrativemagazine.com
“When she left, she told me that she had a feeling, so strong it was like a prophecy, that we’d reunite when we were older and had experienced all we’d missed out on by marrying so crazy young.”— Mary Taugher, narrativemagazine.com
“But even in the dark, I could see her eyes--fierce emeralds. She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.”— John Green, Miles 'Pudge' Halter, amazon.com
“We can’t love our neighbors till we know how crooked their hearts are.”— John Green, Alaska Young, amazon.com