Jenny Han Quotes

You never forget your first love.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

Which doesn't mean, of course, that I'd stopped loving her, that I'd forgotten her, or that her image had paled; on the contrary; in the form of a quiet nostalgia she remained constantly within me; I longed for her as one longs for something definitively lost.

There's no love like the first.

And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.

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

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

An hour or so later he received a note from Odette. Swann had left his cigarette case at her house. "If only," she wrote, "you had also forgotten your heart! I should never have let you have it back.

There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.

Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals, The double-crossing of a pair of heels. I wish I were in love again!

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew that what bound him to her could not be broken.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.

If you're callin' 'bout my heart, it's still yours / I should've listened to it a little more / Then it wouldn't have taken me so long / To know where I belong

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.

The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.

If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you'd forgotten about, you'd weep, looking at that day.

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

A first love always occupies a special place.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.