Crush Quotes

When did you first fall in love?""I think, I first fell in lovewhen I was in fifth gradewith this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on my desk with it.

She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.

Make friends not best friends,Make a crush not a lover,Because not everyone are meant to be with you always and when they leave or when they make you leave ,you are the one going to suffer the most..

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

A slow smile spread across his lips, and he threaded his fingers through mine. "I can see why I like you.

I cannot be afraid of being afraid. Rather, I need to realize that it is my fear that gives me the energy to wrestle that which I fear into the dirt that is soon to become the road underneath my feet.

A beautiful girlfriend is worth two more.

 You amaze me and its hard for me to turn away and make it not so obvious that I'm looking at you.

Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it as it is to its victims—the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.

Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.

Missing this interview? It's not the end of the world. It is the beginning.

You like him, Rose. Why don't you just admit that, at least to me?

My first crush use to think I hate her cuz never find time to chat with her , is only Hi and hellow that all , but not knowing that deep down in my soul and heart she is the first and last I want , but hey is fine now , she end up with some fox who loves her ,

Crushes are called crushes because they crush The soul.

Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."Clara: "What?"Tucker: "You.

This put me very close to Jay and it was as uncomfortable as it was mystifying. It was uncomfortable because I still wasn’t sure I liked him all that much. It was mystifying because his intense stares were unlike anything I’d ever experienced; they were hard but soft at the same time, commanding but beautiful.

Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga’s waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you

Even without a kiss, this moment is perfect, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

I squint my eyes and glare at him. t“I don’t have a crush on Quinn anymore.”tHe raises a golden eyebrow. t“No?”tI shake my head. “No.”t“Why is that?” tI stare at him long and hard, trying to decide what to say. Should I be downright, painfully honest? I’ve always found that the best way to be, so I nod. t“Two words.”tHe waits. t“Dante. Giliberti.”tI hear him suck in his breath and I smile. Sometimes, honesty is refreshing and so very worth it. t“Me?” He sounds so surprised, as though he doesn’t know that he is practically a living breathing Adonis. I nod. t“You.”tHe studies me again and I fight the need to fidget as I wait for his reaction. tAfter a minute of nerve-wracking silence, he finally answers. t“So, will you keep the bracelet?” tI nod. t“Can I kiss you again?” tI nod. tSo he does.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

I was merely observing; I have no agenda." He looked at his hand, still touching hers. "Where did you get that ring?"She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him. The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. "It was a gift.""From whom?""That's none of your concern."He shrugged, though she knew betterthan to tell him who'd really given it to her - rather, she knew Chaol wouldn't want Dorian to know. "I'd like to know who's been giving rings to my Champion."The way the collar of his black jacket lay across his neck made her unnable to sit still. She wanted to touch him, to trace the line between his tan skin and the golden lining of the fabric."Billiards?" she asked, rising to her feet. I could use another lesson." Celaena didn't wait for his answer as she strode toward the gaming room. She very much wanted to stand close to him and have her skin warm under his breath. She liked that. Worse than that, she realized, she liked him.

She felt powerless to withstand or deny him. He was altogether too much for her, and Bathsheba seemed as one who, facing a reviving wind, finds it to blow so strongly that it stops the breath.

I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.

Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.

I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist.It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don't step on the small girl’ kind of way.

For so long, it was just my secret. It burned inside me, and I felt like I was carrying something important, something that made me who I was and made me different from everybody else. I took it with me everywhere, and there was never a moment when I wasn't aware of it. It was like I was totally awake, like I could feel every nerve ending in my body. Sometimes my skin would almost hurt from the force of it, that's how strong it was. Like my whole body was buzzing or something. I felt almost, I don't know, noble, like a medieval knight or something, carrying this secret love around with me.

Dear Hope, I NEVER thought Id see the day when two of your daily e-mails sandwiched a message from none other than PAUL PARLIPIANO. My crush to end all crushes! Gay man of my dreams! OOOH!