Best 493 quotes in «first love quotes» category

His transgression may become their salvation.

Honour and I would have to create our world, live by our own rules. My family wasn't ready for her just yet. I didn't know if they ever would be.

Hope can be foolish or misguided, but there was no such thing as false hope. Hope was always true even when there was no evidence to support its claim.” - Liam

How do I say how I feel? Words can break They can heal

How is it that you always know what to do to cheer me up?” I shrug, not wanting to give her the real answer, which is simply that I love her.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

How many years have passed since that far-off June afternoon? More than thirty. And yet, if I close my eyes, Micòl Finzi-Contini is still there, leaning over her garden wall, looking at me and talking to me. In 1929 Micòl was little more than a child, a thin, blond thirteen-year old with large, clear, magnetic eyes. And I was a boy in short trousers, very bourgeois and very vain, whom a small academic setback was sufficient to cast down into the most childish desperation. We both fixed our eyes on each other. Above her head the sky was a compact blue, a warm already summer sky without the slightest cloud. Nothing, it seemed, would be able to alter it, and nothing indeed has altered it, at least in memory.

Hugo, child, have I ever said that I loved you? Do you know that your fists are clenched? You aren't going to strike me-' She had smiled. Then he had burst into tears. He had never mentioned love either, but it had not occurred to him that it might not be identical with what they had enjoyed.

I always considered “love” to be such an ambiguous term, often both overused and underused, but I knew that I was feeling something that I’d never felt before.

I am a monster beneath him, with arching hips, an octopus with hands everywhere at once. I don't think anything in the history of time has felt this good.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty one. They are so full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word.

I am light and stardust in his hands.

I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.

I can see that Drew is trying to be strong and not show any emotion, and I want to comfort him, so I let him hold me. The problem with doing that, of course, is that he’s Drew. He only knows one way to interpret that kind of touch.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers.

I can compete with a lot of things, but a whole lifetime’s worth of crush isn’t one of them.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I can’t believe how much damage has been done, just from teenage loves meeting again. People should never come into contact with their first loves, I decide. There should be some official form of quarantine. The rule should be: you break up with your teenage lover and that’s it. One of you has to emigrate.

I closed my eyes tightly and hoped that love was enough.

Ich war eigentlich in meine Liebe damals verliebt, in meinen veränderten Zustand, weniger in die Frau, die dazu gehörte.

I couldn't help but think of Al's pre-ordained betrothal to Billo and of how hard the match-makers had worked to find the girl beautiful enough to match this extraordinary man - this extraordinary man of mine.

I couldn't make myself be cautious around her. A little voice in my head kept trying to tell me that every word she said could be disinformation and that she might be playing me for a fool. But I didn't believe it. I trusted her, even though I had every reason not to.

I’d never before been infatuated with someone living, someone real.

I’d have to prove to everyone, including Ellia, that I was more than some guy she used to know, that what we shared had and still mattered. She may have forgotten the promise we made on the beach, but I hadn’t, and it was up to me to backup those words with action. Memories and ghosts were for the dead. Living things moved, and I was never one to stand still." ~Liam

I didn't understand women at that period. I still don't for that matter. Nor men either. Nor animals either. What I understand best, which is not saying much, are my pains.

I don't know what the hell is going on with me and this girl, but every single time I'm around her, it's like I lose my shit.

I don’t have any fancy story, about the way we fell in love. It was that one awkward move, and the next I remember, I was looking at you.

If those moments still makes you smile, If that voice still echoes in your mind, If that walk is still fresh in your thoughts, If that feeling of holding hands for the first time still gives you shivers, If that madness is still on.. Trust me, it's more than just a crush... It's love!

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

If he were only interested in me for one thing, he’d have moved on when it didn’t go perfectly the first time.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

If life were a movie, we'd have had what they call a “meet cute".

If there's such a thing as love at first sight, then I certainly did not fall prey to its mystical power the moment my eyes met his. I only felt a poke of wonder, as if seeing a book with a unique title. Nothing instant and extreme feeling I felt. My heart was in one piece.

If you've stayed here then Mumbai is like that first love of your life you can never get over. You will be with many after her but that first one is simply unforgettable!

If we were in a room full of art, I would stare at her.

I knew why I cared. Why this mattered so much. Why his opinion was the only thing that mattered. I was more than crushing on him. I loved Braden.

I guess it depends on whether you want perfect. I hear some girls prefer their boyfriends a little more flawed and troubled.”, Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I have one top-notch baby with whom I am in love. It's a head-over-heels "first love" kind of thing, because I pay for everything and all we do is hold hands.

I just can't believe that life would give us to each other," he said, "and then take it back." "I can," she said. "Life's a bastard." He held her tighter, and pushed his face into her neck. "But it's up to us..." he said softly. "It's up to us not to lose this.

I know what it feels like to miss everything about him--the way he smells, the way his mouth curls up when he laughs, his voice.

I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.

I guess crushes that have lasted for years don’t go away that easily.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I had never tried other drugs... But how can any of them with their effects transcend the intoxication of a first love?! It swallowed me unexpectedly. It tied me to a man once and for all. It blinded me... Disarmed me... And made me lose my mind.

I had no technique for dealing with him: only an overpowering, unnerving, irrational, chemical desire to be with him.

I liked the air I was breathing, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with my head,” I assured him with a giggle. “Will you kiss me again?” I flirted sweetly.

I’ll love you until the last petal falls, Jules.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

I loved the you inside and out. You make the world better just by being in it. You make me better.”, Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I loved everything about her, and I didn't care how dark she got. If anything it was what I loved the most, the veil of pain that fell across her face most of the day, and all of the night.

I'm Breanna Miller. The smart girl. The quiet girl. The one who belongs to a large family. I'm Breanna Miller. Number 5 in the line of 9. The girl who everybody knows and nobody sees. I'm Breanna Miller. A girl who went to Shamrock's and ended up falling in love with Thomas Turner-Razor of the Reign of Terror. The boy who everyone sees and nobody knows. I've been with him for months. I'm in love with him and I don't care who knows.

I love you.” “Wow. That too on Valentine’s Day!” “That’s just a coincidence.” A perfect love story started to brew as they embarked on a journey of love and romance. The day the world celebrated love was the day they would start their love story too. What a perfect melodrama, even the best of romantic movies might not have such a climax. A perfect love story was just brewing.

I’m not saying it will be perfect, it seldom ever is, BUT what’s wrong with giving love another chance? I want to make new memories with you, Chase. I want you to show up at my house for a date. A real date. I want to stress over what to wear. I want to miss you when you’re not with me. I want to get all giggly whenever you call saying you need to hear my voice one last time before you can go to sleep. I want get jealous because some girl realizes what I’ve got and tries to convince you … you can do better. I want to smile when you tell her that she doesn’t have a chance….” -Chasing Memories

In each club we went the dancers had the same moves, none nearly as sensuous as mine on any dance floor, but because they are scantily clad and stripping off the men go nuts and throw money at them. In the largest club and the last we went to I watched one pretty girl with big boobs pull a handful of twenties in one set. I followed her to the ladies-room to learn she only danced a few rounds per night and averaged $250 every night and with my face and body she said I would bank much more.