Meaghan Jette Martin Quotes

She was my first love, and I loved her as only a boy loves.

I fell in love at 18 when I was in college, and that's probably why I know what it's like to be in love, and I can express it in a better way.

I used to love the idea of being in love, even though I hadn't been in love before.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

You - I don't think anybody ever forgets the first person they fell in love with. That's something that everybody remembers, and it doesn't matter what the time period is or where; I mean, those feelings are always the same.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

First love is such a big thing growing up.

When you discover first love as a teenager, your whole life revolves around it and you open yourself up to it.

We think of first love as sweet and valuable, a blessed if hazardous condition.

I was 29 and I really fell in love, I think, for the first time. I was vulnerable in a way I didn't think I could be.

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

I'd been in love before - I was always in love.

I think teen-age love is a great thing. There's nothing quite like it and never will be for the rest of your life.

If you think back to your first love, you always remember them and little things always remind you of them.

I was in love with the idea of being in love with a woman way before I was actually in love with one.

No one forgets their first love. You're experiencing all those endorphins and all that dopamine and that obsession with one another for the very first time in your life, so it makes it that much more cute.

Your first love is your first love. It cannot be analysed, explained, nor forgotten.

For a lot of people going through their first love, you're both still figuring yourself out.

A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else.

Kevin stopped where he was and stood there simply gazing at her. Molly sat cross-legged in the meadow with the sun shining on her bare shoulders and a pair of yellow butterflies fluttering like hair bows around her head. She was all the dreams he'd lost at dawn-dreams of everything he hadn't understood he needed until now. She was his playmate, his confidante, the lover who made his blood rush. She was the mother of his children and the companion of his old age. She was the joy of his heart.

Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

Particularly when you're young, you're terribly flattered by people who like you, so you think you love them.

Young people are fascinated with the idea of love, maybe because they haven't experienced it. The older you get, the more jaded you become with this, like, mystical love thing. It's not as exciting because it's not unknown.

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.