First Love Quotes

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First Love Quotes
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“O youth! youth! you go your way heedless, uncaring 鈥� as if you owned all the treasures of the world; even grief elates you, even sorrow sits well upon your brow. You are self-confident and insolent and you say, 'I alone am alive 鈥� behold!' even while your own days fly past and vanish without trace and without number, and everything within you melts away like wax in the sun .. like snow .. and perhaps the whole secret of your enchantment lies not, indeed, in your power to do whatever you may will, but in your power to think that there is nothing you will not do: it is this that you scatter to the winds 鈥� gifts which you could never have used to any other purpose. Each of us feels most deeply convinced that he has been too prodigal of his gifts 鈥� that he has a right to cry, 'Oh, what could I not have done, if only I had not wasted my time.”
― First Love
― First Love
“I burnt as in a fire in her presence ... but what did I care to know what the fire was in which I burned and melted--it was enough that it was sweet to burn and melt.”
― First Love
― First Love
“There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic
and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.”
― First Love
and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.”
― First Love
“My son,' he wrote to me, 'fear the love of woman; fear that bliss, that poison....”
― First Love
― First Love
“Take for yourself what you can, and don鈥檛 be ruled by others; to belong to oneself鈥攖he whole savour of life lies in that,”
― First Love
― First Love
“She tore herself away, and went out. And I went away. I cannot describe the emotion with which I went away. I should not wish it ever to come again; but I should think myself unfortunate had I never experienced such an emotion.”
― First Love
― First Love
“--while the sun and wind played gently in its spreading branches; the bells of the Donskoy monastery would sometimes float across--tranquil and sad--and I would sit and gaze and listen, and would be filled with a nameless sensation which had everything in it; sorrow and joy, a premonition of the future, and desire, and fear of life.”
― Primer amor
― Primer amor
“belong to oneself鈥攖he whole savour of life lies in that,”
― First Love
― First Love
“Oh, sweet emotions, gentle harmony, goodness and peace of the
softened heart, melting bliss of the first raptures of love, where are they,
where are they?”
― First Love
softened heart, melting bliss of the first raptures of love, where are they,
where are they?”
― First Love
“No! I cannot love people whom I find that I look down on. I need someone who would himself master me, but then, goodness me, I shall never come across anyone like that. I will never fall into anybody's clutches, never, never.”
― First Love
― First Love
“My blood was in a ferment within me, my heart was full of longing, sweetly and foolishly; I was all expectancy and wonder; I was tremulous and waiting; my fancy fluttered and circled about the same images like martins round a bell-tower at dawn; I dreamed and was sad and sometimes cried. But through the tears and the melancholy, inspired by the music of verse or the beauty of the evening, there always rose upwards, like the grasses of early spring, shoots of happy feeling, of young and surging life.”
― First Love
― First Love
“There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another, and I was like wax in Zina茂da's hands; though, indeed, I was not the only one in love with her. All the men who visited the house were crazy over her, and she kept them all in leading-strings at her feet. It amused her to arouse their hopes and then their fears, to turn them round her finger (she used to call it knocking their heads together), while they never dreamed of offering resistance and eagerly submitted to her. About her whole being, so full of life and beauty, there was a peculiarly bewitching mixture of slyness and carelessness, of artificiality and simplicity, of composure and frolicsomeness; about everything she did or said, about every action of hers, there clung a delicate, fine charm, in which an individual power was manifest at work. And her face was ever changing, working too; it expressed, almost at the same time, irony, dreaminess, and passion. Various emotions, delicate and quick-changing as the shadows of clouds on a sunny day of wind, chased one another continually over her lips and eyes.”
― First Love
― First Love
“Beware of the love of women; beware of that ecstasy - that slow poison.”
― First Love
― First Love
“Know how to will, and you will be free, and will lead.”
― First Love
― First Love
“I gave myself up to fruitless speculation, and was always looking for secluded places. I became particularly fond of the ruined greenhouse. I used to climb, I remember, on to the high wall, settle myself on it and sit there, a youth afflicted by such misery, solitude and grief that I would be overcome with self-pity. How I reveled in these melancholy feelings - how I adored them.”
― First Love
― First Love
“And now, when the shades of evening begin to steal over my life, what have I left fresher, more precious, than the memories of the storm鈥攕o soon over鈥攐f early morning, of spring?”
― First Love
― First Love
“I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to acknowledge to myself that I was not loved;”
― First Love
― First Love
“And here am I ... what did I hope - what did I expect? What rich promise did the future seem to hold out to me, when with scarcely a sigh - only a bleak sense of utter desolation - I took my leave from the brief phantom, risen for a fleeting instant, of my first love?
What has come of it all - of all that I had hoped for? And now when the shades of evening are beginning to close in upon my life, what have I left that is fresher, dearer to me, than the memories of that brief storm that came and went so swiftly one morning in spring?”
― First Love
What has come of it all - of all that I had hoped for? And now when the shades of evening are beginning to close in upon my life, what have I left that is fresher, dearer to me, than the memories of that brief storm that came and went so swiftly one morning in spring?”
― First Love
“I? Believe me, Zinaida Alexandrovna, that whatever you did, however much you make me suffer, I shall love you and adore you to the end of my days.”
― First Love
― First Love
“The queen gazes into the garden. There, near the trees, is a fountain; it is white in the darkness and tall, tall as a ghost. The queen hears, through the talk and the music, the soft splashing of its waters. She looks and thinks. You, Sirs, you are all noble, clever, rich, you throng round me, every one of my words is precious to you, you are all ready to die at my feet, you are my slaves.. But there, by the fountain, by the plashing water, he whose slave I am awaits me. He wears neither gorgeous raiment nor precious stones, no one knows him, but he await me, sure that I come 鈥� and I shall come 鈥揳nd there is no power in the world that can stop me when I want to go to him, to be with him, to lose myself with him there in the darkness of the garden, with the rustling of the trees and the murmur of the fountain 鈥�' Zinaida was silent.”
― First Love
― First Love
“My first love, certainly, was not quite an ordinary one.”
― First Love
― First Love
“Her whole life had been passed in the bitter struggle with daily want; she had known no joy, had not tasted the honey of happiness.”
― First Love
― First Love
“I should not wish ever to have it repeated; but I should consider myself unhappy if I had never experienced it.”
― First Love
― First Love
“Like a beetle tied by the leg, I hovered incessantly around the beloved wing; I believe I would have liked to remain there forever... but that was impossible.”
― First Love
― First Love
“She was frightened of him - his manner was severely cold and aloof...I have never seen anymore more exquisitely calm, more self-assured or more imperious.”
― First Love
― First Love
“O youth! youth! you have no concerns, you possess, as it were, all the treasures of the universe, even grief is a comfort to you, even sadness suits your looks, you are self-assured and bold, you say: 'Look, I'm the only one alive!' while the very days of your life run away and vanish without a trace and without number and everything in you disappears like wax, like snow in the heat of the sun... And perhaps the entire secret of your charm consists not in the possibility of doing everything, but in the possibility of thinking you can do everything, perhaps it consists precisely in the fact that you want only to scatter on the wind energies that you wouldn't know how to use for anything else, perhaps it consists in the fact that each one of us seriously regards himself as a spendthrift and seriously considers that he has the right to say: 'Oh, the things I could have done if only I hadn't wasted my time!”
― First Love
― First Love
“Ah genclik! Genclik! Pervasizca,umursamadan gidiyorsun kendi yolunda-d眉nyanin b眉t眉n hazineleri seninmi艧 gibi;keder bile seni umutland谋r谋yor,ac谋 bile aln谋na 莽ok g眉zel oturuyor.脰zg眉venli ve k眉stahs谋n ve "sadece ben canl谋y谋m,bak谋n!" diyorsun.Kendi g眉nlerin h谋zla u莽up,hi莽bir iz b谋rakmadan yok olur ve i莽inmdeki her 艧ey g眉ne艧in alt谋nda eriyip giderken bile mum gibi...kar gibi..ve belki de senin sihrinin b眉t眉n s谋rr谋 istedi臒in her 艧eyi yapabilme g眉c眉nde de臒il,yapmayaca臒谋n hi莽bir 艧ey olmad谋臒谋n谋 d眉艧眉nme g眉c眉nde sakl谋.(陌lk A艧k-Turgenyev)”
― First Love
― First Love
“That the heart cannot choose but love,鈥濃€� repeated Zina茂da. 鈥楾hat鈥檚 where poetry鈥檚 so fine; it tells us what is not, and what鈥檚 not only better than what is, but much more like the truth, 鈥渃annot choose but love,鈥� 鈥� it might want not to, but it can鈥檛 help it.”
― First Love
― First Love
“Her presence seared me like a flame... but what did I care what kind of fire this was in which I burned and melted, when it was bliss to burn and melt?”
― First Love
― First Love
“Oh, sweet emotions, gentle harmony, goodness and peace of the softened heart, melting bliss of the first raptures of love, where are they, where are they?”
― First Love
― First Love