First Love Quotes

“What are we doing?” she wanted to ask, except she already knew the answer.
They were being reckless and foolish; they were tempting fate; they were breaking the rules; they were falling in love.
But they both knew that last wasn't true. They had already fallen in love, a long time ago.”
― Katharine McGee, American Royals

“The scent of first rain; it always reminded me of that feverish first love.”
― Priya Prithiviraj, I Still Remember

“I swore that I wouldn't kiss you again. Obviously I can’t keep my promises, even to myself. Not when it comes to you.”
― Katharine McGee, The Towering Sky

“Here she is mending her dress; mending her dress as usual, he thought; here she’s been sitting all the time I’ve been in India; mending her dress; playing about; going to parties; running to the House and back and all that, he thought, growing more and more irritated, more and more agitated, for there’s nothing in the world so bad for some women as marriage, he thought; and politics; and having a Conservative husband, like the admirable Richard. So it is, so it is, he thought, shutting his knife with a snap.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“She looked into the pleading brown eyes and she saw none of the beauty of a shy boy's first love, of the adoration of an ideal come true or the wild happiness and tenderness that were sweeping through him like a flame. Scarlett was used to men asking her to marry them, men much more attractive than Charles Hamilton, and men who had more finesse than to propose at a barbecue when she had more important matters on her mind. She only saw a boy of twenty, red as a beet and looking very silly. She wished that she could tell him how silly he looked. But automatically, the words Ellen had taught her to say in such emergencies rose to her lips and casting down her eyes, from force of habit, she murmured: "Mr. Hamilton, I am not unaware of the honor you have bestowed on me in wanting me to become your wife, but this is all so sudden that I do not know what to say."

That was a neat way of smoothing a man's vanity and yet keeping him n the string, and Charles rose to it as though such bait were new and he the first to swallow it.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“You made me who I am today, Nanni. Wherever I go, everyone I see and crave is ultimately measured by the glow of your light. If my life were a boat, you were the one who stepped on board, turned on its running lights, and was never heard from again. All this might as well be in my head, and in my head it stays. But I've lived and loved by your light alone.”
― André Aciman, Enigma Variations

“Yet all this while the power of thought, the pull of conscience, were feeble beside Alverna's youth. It was his first love; the first time in his life that he had been roused to through away caution and dignity.”
― Sinclair Lewis, Mantrap

“I don't want you in my life so I can use your body. I'm good at seduction, Lexi. I can go to a bar and pick up a woman and use her if that's what I wanted. I want love. When you touch me, I feel love in your hands. When you kiss me, I taste love. I'm not in a rush. I'm enjoying all the firsts you've given me.”
― Christine Feehan, Earth Bound

“To hurt you is like hurting myself.”
― Beena Khan, Color Me Red

“The harder you pull away from me, the tighter I want you”
― Beena Khan, Color Me Red

“SHE WAS A KNOCKOUT. A stoned fox. I’d never seen her before. Not one of the cutesy Irish Barbie Dolls I normally fell for, this was something of a different class altogether. No disco glam or sparkles or fashionably trashy stripper chic. No make-up or slutty, revealing outfit. No desperate, tits-in-your-face “notice me” B.S. This was something pure and earthy -- fresh as newly cut grass. The smoking-hot girl next door, but yet completely of another world and time. A true classic.”
― Quentin R. Bufogle, KING OF THE NEW YORK STREETS

“I was sure I fell in love with him again like usual. He did things that made me go back to him. Once again, it scared me half to death.”
― Kia Amazona, The Way It Was Before

“It has been almost forty years that we were
separated and I still cannot get over you,
You were my first love.
I miss you very much
MY SWEET BARBADOS!!”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Everywhere I go, you catch up to me. Everywhere I run, I keep seeing you. Every time, you happen to me, all over again.”
― Katharine McGee, The Towering Sky

“She thought of him now and made him last forever.”
― Vivian Pham, The Coconut Children

“This was a new way to do it. We’d just discovered it. Staring into each other’s eyes was another way of keeping them closed, or off the details at hand, anyway. We locked onto each other. Meanwhile the Object was very subtly flexing her legs. I was aware of the mound beneath her cutoffs rising toward me, just a little, rising and suggesting itself. I put my hand on the Object’s thigh, palm down. And as we continued to swing, looking at each other while crickets played their fiddles in the grass, I slid my hand sideways up toward the place where the Object’s legs joined. My thumb went under her cutoffs. Her face showed no reaction. Her green eyes under the heavy lids remained fastened on mine. I felt the fluffiness of her underpants and pressed down, sliding under the elastic. And then with our eyes wide open but confined in that way my thumb slipped inside her. She blinked, her eyes closed, her hips rose higher, and I did it again. And again after that. The boats in the bay were part of it, and the string section of crickets in the baking grass, and the ice melting in our lemonade glasses. The swing moved back and forth, creaking on its rusted chain, and it was like that old nursery rhyme, Little Jack Horner sat in the corner eating his Christmas pie. He stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum . . . After the first roll of her eyes the Object resettled her gaze on mine, and then what she was feeling showed only there, in the green depths her eyes revealed. Otherwise she was motionless. Only my hand moved, and my feet on the rail, pushing the swing. This went on for three minutes, or five, or fifteen. I have no idea. Time disappeared. Somehow we were still not quite conscious of what we were doing. Sensation dissolved straight into forgetting.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“Love can heal a person, but no one ever told me, it can destroy a person too.”
― Beena Khan, Color Me Red

“WHEN YOU CROW UP IN KANSAS WEARING VERY LARGE SHORTS, thinking not very much of yourself, thinking mainly of your knees, looking mainly at your knees, your face a frisbee that cant fly, your teeth buck, your eyebrows rectangles, your forehead more than half of your face, your shirts shapeless, your shape shapeless, your Kansas shapeless, your lust absent, your legs bowed, your arches flat, your chest flat, your ears your only curves, your ears never pierced, your denim never dazzled, your sneakers white, your socks white, your teeth turquoise with rubber bands, your cheese orange, your milk whole, your bread wonder, your luxury a tuna casserole, your pale a neon pale, your fantasy to race a Mario Kart over the desert and into the final oasis, your earthly oasis a salted pretzel, your solitude total, your urges not even visible to you on the clearest days at the farthest horizons, your blank magnificent, your inertia wild and authentic, your nothing your preference, and then into it somebody walks, a Joan, this sudden hero can really take control.
You’re susceptible first to idolatry, then to study, to apprenticeship, and finally to a kind of patient love that makes fun of itself and believes in itself without limit. Imagine being a pudding cup of a person and encountering a confident, elegant, powerful scholar who knows what to do with her shoulders. Imagine encountering you.”
― Rebecca Dinerstein Knight, Hex

“They look at us clean-haired, well-behaved children in our maroon blazers, starched white shirts and striped ties with contempt. Their holey grey socks are crumpled around their ankles, they don't wear silly short-shorts like all the other boys in my – their shorts are long, right down to their scabby knees. They have greasy brown fringes hanging in their eyes. One of them has a scar on his freckled cheek. I think to myself, Thank goodness, two good-looking boys at school at last. I want to clap my hands together with glee. I don't know where this thought comes from. I don't recognize it. I've never cared about boys before, up until now they've been invisible to me, not important in my world. No one's ever told me about bad boys, that they're sexy and compelling, or to stay away from them. I work all this out by myself, today - at eight years old, in Class Three.”
― Viv Albertine, Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys

“First love is basically an attention span that lasts a lifetime.”
― Nitya Prakash

“It's been almost forty years that we have been
separated and I still cannot get over you,
You were my first love.
I miss you very much
MY SWEET BARBADOS!!”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Maybe that was just the way love went—it was something that happened *to* you, and the best preparation you could hope for was the chance to take a deep breath before the wave of it crashed above you and you were in over your head.”
― Katharine McGee, The Towering Sky

“When I watched rom-coms and saw main characters storm off from the person they once loved, I sometimes couldn't handle it. It always seemed so silly not to just give someone a chance. I had no idea how this could feel, though. I didn't know that the thing that would seem silliest is the idea of givine someone the chance to hurt you again.”
― Amy Spalding, The Summer of Jordi Perez

“I am not sure I know when it all began, Brianna. But maybe you do... Do you know when you became my lifeline?”
― Melanie Sargsian, Lovember: A Collection of Short Love Stories

“When I saw her figure standing on Ulv Hunger's ship, I realized she was my first love. Oh, do not laugh! Go and ask your grandfather who was his first love, and when he answers, 'Your grandmother', ask him again. He will smile, for such is the pain of first love that it leaves no bitterness behind.”
― Erik Christian Haugaard, Hakon of Rogen's Saga

“I left him for my life,
He left me for my life,
we may not meet for our life,
we sacrificed our love for our life,
we can't live apart in this life,
we can't hold us close in this life,
our growth mean to us in this life,
our partners are with us in this life,
we got very short time in this life,
but promise me you will be mine in next life....”
― Eagles

“Whether by chance or not, Maurice began to see the pretty girl with the blond hair everywhere.

He always managed to pick her out of the crowd, though she didn't always have blond hair.
Or green eyes.
Or that height.
Or that color skin.
It was bewitching.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“Maurice stared at her for a long moment, trying to decide if what he thought she meant by that was what she actually meant by that.
And, with a smile, it became apparent that she did.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“The Beast hesitated a moment at the doors of his room. It made Belle think of a scene from a book in which a boy, somewhat embarrassed, showed his family home or private room to a girl he liked. Fear of disappointing the guest, fear she would discover something uncouth about the host.

Like there could be anything worse than torn up furniture "nests" and bones everywhere, Belle thought wryly.”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“Sometimes we wander in unknown lanes that suddenly lead to familiar streets – streets that delight us with new discoveries and make us want to explore further she mused even as a thick cloud rushed to obscure the sun. And those very discoveries make it all the more difficult when it’s time to say goodbye.”
― Madhu Menon, Altitudinis: Seekers, Sinners & Secrets