it was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a desire for a deep and lasting love rather than a fleeting moment.
In this quote, John Green reflects on the profound emotions tied to love and intimacy. It emphasizes the longing for a relationship that transcends temporary affection to become a significant and enduring bond, implying that being remembered as 'the last one she loved' is of greater importance than simply being the last person she kissed. This highlights the depth of feelings associated with love compared to mere physical expressions.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a wedding toast to highlight the importance of lasting love.
Always' was a promise! How can you just break the promise?" "Sometimes people don't always understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said. Isaac shot me a look. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don't you believe in true love?" I didn't answer. I didn't have an answer. But I thought that if true love did exist, that was a pretty good definition of it.
Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.
I find it really offensive when people say that the emotional experiences of teenagers are less real or less important than those of adults. I am an adult, and I used to be a teenager, and so I can tell you with some authority that my feelings then were as real as my feelings are now.
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.
So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that's not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren't constantly berating yourself for being sad.
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.
My mother is not a model. She is not perfect. That awareness is part of learning to love someone. Predicting the actions of someone is an act of love. We persist, even when we get it wrong. That's the beauty of love.
I have an everyday religion that works for me. Love yourself first, and everything else falls into line.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
I feel that when we really love and accept and approve of ourselves exactly as we are, then everything in life works.
Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think you've got.
A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.
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