First Love Quotes

“Is it normal to love one person your whole life like you and Daddy?" Bobby asks me out of the blue. "Or can you love other people first?"
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"It's simplest when you do," I say. "But the only thing that matters is finding the right person to spend the rest of your life with. However you get there.”
― Clare Leslie Hall, Broken Country

“We also grew comfortable in silence together. My skin always hummed whenever I was near him, and the tingle of our hands grazing each other as we made our way through the city, or catching his eye on a crowded corner as we found each other again, was always deeply satisfying and secretly thrilling.”
― Brian Selznick, Run Away with Me

“I realized after a moment it was the smell of Angelo himself, vibrant and sweaty and alive.”
― Brian Selznick, Run Away with Me

“I can see now that it's the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better. This discovery leaves me with an unsettling, queer sort of feeling in my chest for reasons I can't explain.”
― Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You

“Firsts, no matter if they are pieces of clothing, or people you love, have a way of forever staying your favourites.”
― Sima B. Moussavian

“That damned Cassiline would only turn around the instant we reached dry land, swim the Straits, and damn the lot of us. Bad enough he's vow-blinded; being besotten with you makes him a positive menace.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

“There is an ache I have that was not there before, as if I have been catapulted into a foreign universe; where previously lust did not exist, now it's all there is.”
― Clare Leslie Hall, Broken Country

“I'm not in it for money. I'm in it for LOVE!”
― Anne Social, Run Away

“Everyone thinks Heath Rocha was my first love. He wasn't. My first love was figure skating.”
― Layne Fargo, The Favorites

“Then you would be fine if I told you I think you’re adorable and you have a nice butt? And with you sitting there like that, it’s taking everything in my power not to just push you back on your bed, hold you in my arms, and kiss you . . . ?”
― Kenneth Creech, Fate, Coincidence, and Other Curse Words

“Why do humans use words that don’t mean what they actually mean?”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth

“When I saw you, I thought you were poetry and I just wanted to read you over and over again and I wanted to memorize every verse. But now I know people aren’t poetry. They’re people and they mess up. They make mistakes. They say they love you and sometimes they even mean it. That doesn’t stop you from getting hurt and if you ever were a poem, you’re one that I just have to stop reading now.”
― Cassidy Bryant, Letters from Hadley

“I drove to the spot where I’d kissed her for the first time on one of our canyon drives. It was a ledge that overlooked the valley. At the time, the sun was setting. Her dark silhouette in front of the golden sky made me think of the Golden Suns music video for “Here with You.” I told her so. She told me to turn the car on and play the song. I did. We kissed again, and then she asked me to dance with her. I wasn’t much of a spontaneous dancer, but nobody was around. Nobody could see us, so I said yes. I danced with her. It got cold. We got inside the car. She looked at me and smiled. I told her I loved her. She said she loved me, too.”
― Cassidy Bryant, Letters from Hadley

“I had never seen you before - not consciously, anyway. Yet my mind felt strangely relieved, as if it had recognized someone.”
― Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark

“They say the best things in life come from the memories you make. I have to agree because all my favorite memories start and end with him. My best friend. My secret keeper. My defender.”
― T. Ashleigh, Omitting You

“Teddy’s teasing brings waves of nerves and excitement and butterflies that crash and roil and mix in my stomach to nauseating levels, that at the end of each encounter, I’m an overthinking, blundering mess, replaying every sentence spoken from his lips.”
― Vari Scott, Grease Monkey

“She’s a little mystery I’d like to solve. Innocence I’d like to corrupt.”
― Vari Scott, Grease Monkey

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you, Ana. Would you let me if I tried?”
― Vari Scott, Grease Monkey

“Does your fiancé know he willingly sent his future wife to the city where the guy who got all her firsts lives?”
― Vari Scott, Grease Monkey

“And then our life unfolds. Picture by picture. Frame by frame. It tells a story. Me and him. Every year since I was nine. Every holiday. Every birthday. Every celebration. The good days and the bad ones. It tells our story and it’s sequential, starting from the beginning, from that very day when he told me our friendship was inevitable, to just a few weeks ago, when I fell asleep and he carried me up the stairs to my bed before going home. It’s there. All of it is there. It’s a love letter, though I didn’t know it when I made it. Anyone can see it’s a love letter. It’s so obvious. It’s so trite. It’s so awkward. It’s nothing. It can’t be anything. He can’t know. I don’t want him to know. I can’t let him know.”
― T.J. Klune, The Art of Breathing

“I was in love, I have said that my passions dated from that day; I might have added that my sufferings too dated from the same day.”
― Ivan Turgenev

“स्कूल की नोटबुक के पीछे
एक नाम
लिखकर के
काटा था
आज
नन्ही बिटिया को
उसी नाम से पुकारता हूँ।”
― Animesh Mukharjee, Prem Gurutvakarshan Hi To Hai

“She imagined brushing the curl from his forehead, and shook her head at herself, amused at how easily her thoughts drifted toward him these days.”
― Emily Miller, The Weight Of Ash And Gold

“She was committed.
She was complete.
And for the first time in her life, she was in love.”
― Dianna Hardy, Blood Surge

“He stepped closer, and I instinctively backed against the wall. He was closer than I’d anticipated, bending slightly to bring his face to mine.
His lips were parted, and I could feel his warm breath against my skin, my heart racing against my will. He was looking at me, truly looking at me.
His gaze seemed to pierce through me, sending a rush through my veins that ignited like fireworks on my lips, causing me to gasp in surprise. It was an indescribable sensation, and I found myself tensing against the wall, waiting… desperately trying to decipher the meaning in his eyes. My heart thumped loudly, as if trying to escape.
Then, he leaned in closer to my right ear and whispered in a low voice, “Because I like you, you dummy.”
― Roksolana Lebid, Before the Light: Luna's Journey

“Leave now!” I commanded, my voice laced with anger. He stood slowly and approached me again, invading my space.
“Careful now, dummy. Next time, you might find yourself begging me to stay,” he whispered, leaning in close to my right ear. I could hear a heartbeat—was it his or mine?”
― Roksolana Lebid, Before the Light: Luna's Journey

“It was my first time falling in love, and I fell so hard it almost felt ridiculous. Problems that once weighed on me no longer mattered; love had a way of distracting me, pulling me in, keeping me on edge, and driving me to the brink of insanity even though I kept insisting I wasn’t losing it.”
― Samama Reza, To Hell With You

“Last night was a promise”
― L. Sutton Schleicher, The Long December

“Mathias shivered. The forest had pulled so close when they drew near to this hostel, branches twitching. And he couldn’t tell if the feel of branches against his legs had been coincidental or if a tree had reached out to brush against him, taking his measure. At least no one had been yanked from their saddle. But no one looked comfortable. Except Aunia. She merely raised her face to the canopy, eyes wide as if a chorus of faeries danced for only her.”
― TF Burke, Faeries Don't Hide

“Later,” Mathias said. His boots left the stone ledge for one breathless moment as Taf swept by. His fingers grasped for the saddle lip. Sliding on oiled leather. He clamped two firm handholds. Swung his leg up and over. Landed lightly in the saddle.

Aunia, Mathias sent. We bank and you jump to me.

She took a step back from the arch’s ledge, her face white.

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― TF Burke, Faeries Don't Hide