Young Lovers Quotes

“We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other’s dreams.”
― Kate Chisman, Run

“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow

“Too many adults wish to 'protect' teenagers when they should be stimulating them to read of life as it is lived.”
― Margaret A. Edwards

“I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I'm only capable of loving you. You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“You two are bound to one another. You always have been … and you can't run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“One thing was certain: he was my one. Most people go on their whole lives and never find their one, but I found mine. I found him when I was twelve-years-old.”
― Jennifer Edlund

“Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“She was afraid of giving in to that overwhelming, absolute, unconditional love, a love that had shown her the route to heaven, but which had also taught her how much one could suffer, to the point where even the sound of your own tears became deafening.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“But you’re right about one thing: he’s my best friend. I know him very well, and no matter what he said or did tonight, I’ve never seen him act this way with another girl. No one,” he repeated, “except you.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Most people think that love doesn’t stand the test of time – that it is eternal only as long as it lasts – but love is an unquenchable flame. It is only the fires of momentary desire that burn too fast and go out far too quickly without leaving behind a single trace.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“I love everything about you. And I’ve felt that way for such a long time that it could last forever.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“I’d do anything for her if she really wanted me to. I would even walk away from the chance of a lifetime if she asked me to... and I could even be happy about it.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“And you have to believe me when I tell you that no one could ever be as beautiful as you are at this very moment, because I could never want anyone more than I want you right now.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of... because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went, whatever she did, he was the only thing she truly loved, and which she sadly no longer had.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“But how can I let him just walk away with a smile on my face and a slap on his back when every cell in my body is tied painfully to him, and I can’t breathe when I think of him being away from me?!”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at the Pigafetta Stadium.” He kept his distance because he wanted her too much. “And ever since that day, I knew that you were in love with another guy, and that he would sooner or later feel the same way I did.” Cutting ties with her was excruciatingly painful. “I just hoped that he would be stupid enough to let me have you,” he gasped. “But he wasn’t.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“He could no longer pretend not to have been brought to his knees by her blows, and he could no longer avoid the sentiments that his heart forced him to feel.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“He’s not yet realized that by giving away nothing but barefaced lies he’s come to wither and rot inside. But she’s still looking for him into the void of his cold heart.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Are you scared of me now?” She wanted the truth.
“More than ever.” He had lowered his guard, putting himself at her mercy, because running away had only served to make him understand that he could never run away from who he was.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“It's absurd how crazy love can make you...
...but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Girl going past clinging to a young man's arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green in her eyes. Spinal curvature. No chin, mouth like a frog. Young man like a pug. Gazing down at his sweetie with the face of a saint reading the works of God. Hold on, maiden, you've got him. He's your boy. Look out, Puggy, that isn't a maiden you see before you, it's a work of imagination. Nail him, girlie. Nail him to the contract. Fly laddie, fly off with your darling vision before she turns into a frow, who spends all her life thinking of what the neighbours think.”
― Joyce Cary, The Horse's Mouth

“This unrequited love business was driving him crazy. It was a feeling that took you over, mind, body, and soul. Worse than a drug that tore apart your flesh and spirit, and without which you simply could not live.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Imparare a conoscersi presuppone inevitabili confronti e scontri per ritrovarsi a metà strada, là dove la libertà di ciascuno si esaurisce in quella dell’altro.”
― Llàrjme, Soccer Sweetheart

“Marika was a huge book nerd, a sucker for YA, and had a TBR pile taller than her.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Your soul can’t inhabit another person’s body.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“I don’t know anything about other clubs and the national team, and I don’t care about them either.... I love the guy, not the soccer player.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Your love should be for me, not for my love,' he says. 'There's a difference.'
'It is-- you just won't let me love you. I'm not going to stop trying. You don't want me to stop, do you?'
'No,' he says.
I'll never forget that tiny word and how he said it.
'Then say you love me,' I insist, back throbbing.
'I can't.”
― Penelope Przekop, Please Love Me

“He fights, night after night, to peel my onion soul without caring about it. I never see his tears but his eyes burn as they fill with the putrid smell of my insecurity, anger, and pain. He loves me in glorious bouts of unreserve, swearing I'm all he thinks about and all he wants. Those precious moments are worth the hatred he seems to have for me in the hours and days that come between.”
― Penelope Przekop, Please Love Me

“He loved me. He loved me not. Perhaps we'll never know; life is like that. All I know is that once upon a time I saw a powerful glimpse of truth that set me on a new path.”
― Penelope Przekop, Please Love Me

“Ara que el temps són els pins alts a la finestra i l'asfalt blau de la pujada, l'Esteve torna a imaginar-los quan es van conèixer. Els seus pares. Massa joves i anant massa de pressa i sense pensar-s'ho dos cops, ni l'un ni l'altre, i els dos fent bé, perquè l'amor no caldria pensar-lo, perquè el mal vindrà igualment.”
― Helena Guilera Recoder, L'escuma