David Guterson Quotes

I definitely learned never to fall in love in high school because it just takes over your brain.

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

Well, love is confusing at all ages, but especially when you're 17.

I must have been 15 or 16 when I left Antrim Grammar, but I do remember having my first proper kiss when I lived there.

If you could stay at this stage - you're 17, and you're always going to be in love with your first love - that's probably attractive.

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.

Brown Penny I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. 'Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair.' Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon.

Kissing was something I did a lot of. Kissing in a wheat field as the sun begins to set on a summer's evening, with the haze of that light.

They meet in the girls' bathroom. The last time they were forced to meet in a place like this, they took separate, isolated stalls. Now they share one. They hold each other in the tight space, making no excuses for it. There's no time left in their lives for games, or for awkwardness, or for pretending they don't care about each others, and so they kiss as if they've done it forever. As if it is as crucial as the need for oxygen.

You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture. That's what happened with your girlfriend, Paloma- she stooped to pick up her purse and your heart flew out of you.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.

And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

The person who does not decide to love forever will find it very difficult to really love for even one day.

The mother's first kiss teaches the child love; the first holy kiss of the woman he loves teaches man hope and faith in life.

It was Kizzy's first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was delicious.

I truly believe in love, and I think that every relationship should start the way that our relationship started with our first love when we were 16, 17 or 18.

Love is such a simple thing when we have only one-and-twenty summers and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance, as if she were a bud first opening her heart with wondering rapture to the morning. Such young unfurrowed souls roll to meet each other like two velvet peaches that touch softly and are at rest; they mingle as easily as two brooklets that ask for nothing but to entwine themselves and ripple with ever-interlacing curves in the leafiest hiding-places.

I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. 'But you don't want to keep me, either, do you?' To that, he had no response.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.

I worked so hard for that first kiss, and a heart don't forget.

I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.