Simon Van Booy Quotes

You know how easily and suddenly these things happen, beginning in playful teasing and ending in something a little warmer than friendship. You squeeze the slender arm which is passed through yours, you venture to take the little gloved hand, you say good night at absurd length in the shadow of the door. It is innocent and very interesting, love trying his wings in a first little flutter.

Maybe I’m just a kid in love.

On his face was an expression of absolute love. Melting, soul-touching, raw, unbridled love, the kind of person dies for, sacrifices and suffers for. It was the kind of love that a person would wait two hundred years to see fulfilled. It was True Love in its purest form.

True love, especially first love, can be so tumultuous and passionate that it feels like a violent journey.

When you fall head over heels for someone, you're not falling in love with who they are as a person; you're falling in love with your idea of love.

What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and 'going' with this girl, 'Is this true love?'

Little Red Riding Hood was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding Hood, I should have known perfect bliss.

I love movies, but I think people think relationships are supposed to go how they go in movies. The ones I like are the ones that represent life.

I maybe had a first love and had my heart broken, but reflecting on it, I don't think that was love. I think as I'm getting older and having more in-depth relationships, maybe I'll experience it. At the moment, I don't know, exactly, if I've been in love.

Mix an anorexic body with a heart made of pure fire and you are going to go with a savagery that's hard to explain.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.

We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time.

Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire!

Love goes toward love.

From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.

Those whom we first love we seldom marry

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.

We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I'm not convinced that it-passion-is one of those things that you have an endless amount of-like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I'm not so sure I'll ever love like that again.

I was in love with Tina Goodman since I was three and her parents came popping out of the trash cans. I think it made a big impression on me.

Oh, what is young love! The urge of the race. A blaze that ends in babies or ashes.

Everyman is thoroughly happy twice in his life, just after he has met his first love, and just after he has left his last one.

This could be it, I think I'm in love. It's love this time... It just seems to fit, I think I'm in love... This love is mine.

Love is sentimental measles.

Ninety percent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.

I just tried to remember how far you can love and how many states you can experience when you're in love, especially the first love when you think you're going to die.