Best 98 quotes in «teenage love quotes» category

He was so close his breath touched my cheek. Staring into his eyes, I could almost forget about the nightmare. I could almost forget about Mama. Like the woods back in Virginia, his eyes changed color with his mood—greener when he laughed and darker, like now, when he was angry or worried. They were kind, serious, intelligent eyes that crinkled in the corners when he smiled.

Hey, where are you going?" His voice, confused yet curious, called after me. "Hey. Why didn't your mother name you Maybe, or We'll see, or What's-Your-Number? That way, we could call our first born Absolutely.

His fingertips lightly and unintentionally grazed her face and her ears, and Debbie’s don’t-get-in-trouble self felt itself making room for her alert-alert-something-new-is-happening self.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?

I always think everybody has only one major heartbreak in their life. If you think you've had two, you can't have. The big one just musn't have happened to you yet - so watch your back. If you'd had it, you wouldn't mistake it for anything else.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live ” “Right here ” Enzo replies. “In your arms.

I’d always worried but kissing’s not so tricky. Your lips know what to do, just like sea anenomes know what to do. Kissing spins you, like Flying Tea-Cups. Oxygen the girl breathes out, you breathe in.

I didn’t like his tone. In fact I didn’t like boys’ tone when they knew they were hot and tried to be rude to girls because they knew they were hot.

If you were to love, love not for the lust that you yearn but the rather the pain that you earn with it. Remember though that the ones who brave the pain are eternally bound in Cupid's chain. It is these chains that many of us fear. The fear of losing the freedom of choosing for self. The fear of placing the needs of our better halves before our own. The fear is understandable for history has taught us to despise and the society has given us the chance to entice. However, if you were to pause and think ever about - love - then do remember that the chain which upon acceptance binds you in amour is the same which upon rejection arrests us to an ague called lonesome depression. Few survive in love, but fewer without it.

if you say! "A woman is A problem" Gentleman, "Probably you have never seen her sweeter part

I have never seen so much male hotness in one place in my entire life,” Rach rasps. “I fucking love America.

I just wouldn’t want to hook up with a guy unless I really, really like him, and in my experience all boys can be classified as either assholes or bores, unless they’re both. Maybe it’s a blessing, because the last thing I need is relationship drama to sidetrack me from my grades.

I'll remember you, your smile and your lie.

I'm tired of their plastic pony show.

It'd felt good to be part of an "us," with the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same miseries.

It is better to love truly at seventeen than pretend at thirty.

I told him that I would love him with everything I had in me until the very end of everything, and I meant it.

I don't care anymore! I tried so hard! It's like the more I keep tryin' to be here the more people keep treating me like I don't belong here!

It's rather good to pretend to be normal with someone.

It was the flashing lights, and the noise of the machines, and the loud, loud music, all seeming to refract and contract around her, her eyes widening, her hair swooshing, her slow smile shining. She seemed an actual part of the place - all fun, all joy, all shimmery skittering energy.

I twist my fingers through his hair, press my lips to his cheek. The words tangle in my throat, being born and dying a thousand times. I love you.

I've been asking around to find out what girls are into," Eugene tells me, really pleased with himself. "So I'm gonna get a spray tan and make red-velvet cupcakes.

It was as if each of them sensed vaguely that the Saturday afternoons of youth are few, and precious, and this feeling which neither of them could have defined or described made every moment of this time together too short, too quickly gone, yet clearer and more sharply edged than any other.

I was amazed at how quickly a person could become an essential part of your life.

Karen had no problem standing up to people. She’d say ‘no’ before the question was even asked.

Katie purred in pleasure as she licked the beating vein in Jared’s neck.

Karim could not keep from staring at her- so exotic was this creature before him, with honey eyes and glossy lips like a candy he could lick off her face. It was as if a door had opened and he had walked through it. Everything behind him had fallen into a deep abyss and never again could he retrace his steps to that boy, the one with unruly hair and scraped kneecaps, caught roaches and mice with bare hands, who sometimes smelled like a wet sheep. What solitude he had lived in. His world expanded with Lily in the kitchen and it was all very new looking. Then, realizing his dirty nails and ugly pants, he was deeply embarrassed and hid behind Soli, his heart beating in big thumps.

Katherine stared intently at the cold, hard steel. She knew it would be loaded and that, if need be, there was extra ammunition in the back of the drawer. She would not be one of those girls, the ones who sit idly by and wait for the answers to come to them.

Maybe I’m stupid. Maybe I’m just as evil as he is by keeping my mouth shut. But he told me once that I was different. And I can’t help but hope that me being different is the one thing in this world that can save him from what he fears the most…Himself.

My love life couldn't be more nonexistent if Julius was all all-girls' boarding school with a moat full of alligators around it.

My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real!

My skin is on fire with every touch, every contact, and my body throbs with unfamiliar need. We’re dangerously close to throwing caution to the wind. Logan’s body pulses and trembles over and under me, and I know he’s feeling it too. I want to give into it, to go there with him. I want him to be my first, my last, my one and only. I want to give myself to him fully; heart, mind, body and soul, but I can’t. The acknowledgment assaults me with soul-shattering clarity.

I knew it wouldn't last, that the reality would come snaking back in, but for a moment I saw it, the futility of trying to mold love into an expected shape. The foolishness of whining when it didn't fit.

I've never had any summer lovin'. And I've never had any school year lovin', either. I've never had a boyfriend. I've never hooked up with a guy. And this morning, on my Internet browser, an article popped up about women marrying themselves. Even my wireless connection knows I'm alone.

I wanted to disappear, to be the night, the asphalt, the woods; anything but me. I didn’t want to have to break up with him, and I didn’t want to be the target of his massive, uncontrollable anger. But I was me, and I had found with time that there is no cure for that.

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

Maybe before you start flirting with boys and kissing boys and trying to date boys, you should know who you are and where you stand.

Maybe," Gwen said, instead of yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.

Mio Dio", pensava Alex, camminandole accanto. Si sentiva più alto di svariati centimetri, camminava accanto a lei e pensava: "Ma questa non è una ragazza, è un intero disco di Battisti".

Mom lies down next to me and we both stare at the ceiling in complete silence. “Boys are like candy,” she suddenly says. I grin. “Really, Mom? That’s your advice? Boys are like candy. What is that? Forrest Gump on teens?

No, it's okay. It was just … weird. No one has ever called me hot before.” “Really?” Trace frowned. “Well, that changes right now.” He ceased walking, stopping in the dead center of the pathway and reached for my hands. “Jade Cannon, you are totally hot!” Trace announced loudly, and people nearby stopped to stare at us after his outburst. I couldn't help but laugh.

Nothing before you counts," he said. "And I can't even imagine an after.

Parents have this twisted belief that anyone under the age of about twenty simply can’t know what love is, like the age to love is assessed in the same way the law assesses the legal age to drink. They think that the ‘emotional growth’ of a teenager’s mind is too underdeveloped to understand love, to know if it’s ‘real’ or not. That's completely asinine. The truth is that adults love in different ways, not the only way.

She affected me, even when she was absent.

Please don’t hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Loving you made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would have otherwise. Loving you made me give it up to you. Loving you made me neglect my parents and Amy. Loving you made me not care that my grandma just died. Loving you made me turn out bitter and hopeless like her. Loving you made me hate myself for being dumped by you. Loving you made me deluded, irrational, inconsiderate, and a liar. And because I love you, you’re always going to haunt me.

Of all the guile! How can you be objective? You have no perspective! You’re only 16!

She goes very still and I can count on one hand all the times we’ve been here before, standing at the precipice of almost and staring down into the abyss of what-if.

So, as I was saying, guys and girls can be friends.' 'Best friends.' 'And what is better than falling in love with your best friend?' 'Nothing.' 'You always have to get the last word in, don't you?' 'You know it.' 'Yes, I do.' 'Yep.' 'Oh, Macallan...' 'Yes, Levi?' 'I love you.' 'I love you, too.' 'And there you are again, having to get the last word in.' 'But I don't think you mind.' 'Not at all.' 'Good.

She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?