#first

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#self-abnegation #love

Oh, dear." She let her head fall back to the pillow. "There it went. I've fallen in love with you now." "Just now?" Chuckling, he came to a sitting position, resting his forearm on one bent knee. "Well, thank God for belated blessings." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's been coming on rather longer than that for me." "What?" She sat bolt upright. "What can you mean? Since when?" "From the first, Amelia. From the very first. ↗

— Tessa Dare

#romance #true-love #love

I love you, Lake," he smiles as he presses his forehead against mine. "You deserve to come first. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#love #love

But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends. The first boy is ialways the hardest to get over, Haven. It's just the way the world works. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#first-love #sisters #love

My first love. He was my first favorite mistake. ↗

— Lauren Blakely

#love

His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain. ↗

— Alice Munro

#love #love

I grew up in France, my first language was French, and I tend to gravitate towards French cooking. ↗

— Robert Stack

#first #france #french #gravitate #grew

Les enfants qui s'aiment s'embrassent debout Contre les portes de la nuit Et les passants qui passent les désignent du doigt Mais les enfants qui s'aiment Ne sont là pour personne Et c'est seulement leur ombre Qui tremble dans la nuit Excitant la rage des passants Leur rage, leur mépris, leurs rires et leur envie Les enfants qui s'aiment ne sont là pour personne Ils sont ailleurs bien plus loin que la nuit Bien plus haut que le jour Dans l'éblouissante clarté de leur premier amour ↗

— Jacques Prévert

#francais #poetry #love

I tucked the Camel coupon from his cigarette pack into my pocket. A souvenir of the moment where he said maybe. I would hold on to his maybe for as long as it would take, even forever. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#first-love #forever #love #maybe #young-love

Alas! with all her reasoning, she found, that to retentive feelings eight years may be little more than nothing. ↗

— Jane Austen

#first-love #reasoning #time #love