"My first love, I'll never forget, and
it's such a big part of who I am, and in so many ways, we could never be
together, but that doesn't mean that it's not forever. Because it is
forever."
“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
“He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize
that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing
is worth having so much as something unattainable”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
“When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
“Something about first love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is
blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied.
When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and
sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that there’s space for
someone else, between the words and in the margins.”
― Tammara Webber, Where You Are
― Tammara Webber, Where You Are
“True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once
the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale
and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses,
who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world
seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong
drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have
become its prisoners.
And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass
And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass
“That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.”
― Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride
― Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride
“Since he knew things at the beginning, maybe at the end he knew things
too. That we had gone as far as chance would take us. That nothing is
more sacred than youth or more hopeful than turning yourself over to
someone and saying ~ I have this time, it is not a long time, but it is
my best time and my best gift, and I give it to you. When I revisit my
youth, I re-visit you.”
― Hilary Thayer Hamann, Anthropology of an American Girl
― Hilary Thayer Hamann, Anthropology of an American Girl
“Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first
love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between
reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing
it?"
"Very different," I agreed. "More forceful than I'd imagined.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight
"Very different," I agreed. "More forceful than I'd imagined.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight
“If first love is always young, every love thereafter is like the old
woman in the rocking chair: enfeebled by experience and swaying to a
memory. But this is perhaps true only of noble souls; with all the rest,
every love feels original: they leave their pre-teen playmate to marry
their high school sweetheart, only to refresh their bed at college
enrollment. Every new season of life obliges a new excitement. The
modern lover has internalized the essence of comedy: that happy endings
always round off at the commencement of the relationship. Love becomes a
fading echo. Without a right side to cast our nets over, we drag them
through thinned, polluted seas, hungering for the succulence of
perpetual novelty and surviving off of chunks from driftbones. When our
life partner, passion, finally leaves us, comes the realization: that we
should have held on the first time.”
― Bauvard, The Darkness of Nature
― Bauvard, The Darkness of Nature
“While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night,
she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now
made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t
such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of
time after all.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
