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True love, especially first love, can be so tumultuous and passionate that it
feels like a violent journey.
—Holliday Grainger
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First loves can fuck you up.
—Tara Kelly
When you feel a snake slither down your spine and your nipples are itchy, when your armpits tingle and your mouth is dry when you see him, that’s first love.
—Chloe Thurlow
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The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color—oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…
—Anna Godbersen
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I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
—Daphne du Maurier
The first blush of love, when the self has lost its mooring, and, half-drowning, succumbs to a fearful tide.
—Eleanor Catton
Love hurts. First love is excruciating. Like being burned in orange flames and then cast into icy water. Your emotions change from one second to the next. You can’t sleep. You never sleep. First love is a form of dying and being reborn.
—Chloe Thurlow
The future for me is already a thing of the past—
You were my first love and you will be my last.
—Bob Dylan
Men always want to be a woman’s first love—women like to be a man’s last romance.
—Oscar Wilde
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
—Benjamin Disraeli
First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.
—Elizabeth Bowen