Coming Of Age Love Story Quotes

“I'm a woman, Aleksey. I'm not the simplistic, flawless creature the world expects me to be. I'm imperfect, I'm multidimensional. I make mistakes all the time and I'll make even more as life challenges me. And I don't want to be afraid of messing things up. Firstly because I'll learn from my mistakes, but more importantly, they're what make me human.”
― Mya Robarts, The V Girl: A Coming of Age Story

“It’s very hard to believe that I’m feeling this. It’s like I’ve been dead all these years and suddenly now...in a matter of days and hours, I came to life. I don’t want to die again!”
― Dan Skinner, The Bible Boys

“My smell stays with you? I ruined you…for what?”
“Your smell keeps me going all the time. I’m in a clutch game or at practice and it’s full count? Your cloves and vanilla scent calms me down. I spray it on the front of my uniform and rub my right hand across like this.” I demonstrate by rubbing my chest and she watches me in fascination like a starstruck teenager watches a rockstar play his bass. “I went to three different stores before I found the exact scent. Expensive. French perfume. Chamade by Guerlain.”
She nods looking fascinated or charmed by me at least for a few seconds. “I got it in Paris when I was there a few years ago. I love it.”
“I do too. So yes, you ruined me. For anyone else.”
She’s smiling but then it slowly disappears like a countdown does as it goes from ten to zero. “What are you doing to me, Elvis?” she asks, looking troubled.”
― Katherine Owen, The Truth About Air & Water

“To this day when I inhale a light scent of Wrangler—its sweet sharpness—or the stronger, darker scent of Musk, I return to those hours and it ceases to be just cologne that I take in but the very scent of age, of youth at its most beautiful peak. It bears the memory of possibility, of unknown forests, unchartered territories, and a heart light and skipping, hell-bent as the captain of any of the three ships, determined at all costs to prevail to the new world. Turning back was no option. Whatever the gales, whatever the emaciation, whatever the casualty to self, onward I kept my course. My heart felt the magnetism of its own compass guiding me on—its direction constant and sure. There was no other way through. I feel it again as once it had been, before it was broken-in; its strength and resolute ardency. The years of solitude were nothing compared to what lay ahead. In sailing for the horizon that part of my life had been sealed up, a gentle eddy, a trough of gentle waves diminishing further, receding away. Whatever loneliness and
pain went with the years between the ages of 14 and 20, was closed, irretrievable—I was already cast in form and direction in a certain course.

When I open the little bottle of eau de toilette five hundred different days unfold within me, conversations so strained, breaking slowly, so painstakingly, to a comfortable place. A place so warm and inviting after the years of silence and introspect, of hiding.

A place in the sun that would burn me alive before I let it cast a shadow on me. Until that time I had not known, I had not been conscious of my loneliness. Yes, I had been taciturn in school, alone, I had set myself apart when others tried to engage. But though I was alone, I had not felt the pangs of loneliness. It had not burdened or tormented as such when I first felt the clear tang of its opposite in the form of another’s company. Of Regn’s company. We came, each in our own way, in our own need—listening, wanting, tentatively, as though we came upon each other from the side in spite of having seen each other head on for two years. It was a gradual advance, much again like a vessel waiting for its sails to catch wind, grasping hold of the ropes and learning much too quickly, all at once, how to move in a certain direction. There was no practicing. It was everything and all—for the first and last time. Everything had to be right, whether it was or not. The waters were beautiful, the work harder than anything in my life, but the very glimpse of any tempest of defeat was never in my line of vision. I’d never failed at anything. And though this may sound quite an exaggeration, I tell you earnestly, it is true. Everything to this point I’d ever set my mind to, I’d achieved. But this wasn’t about conquering some land, nor had any of my other desires ever been about proving something. It just had to be—I could not break, could not turn or retract once I’d committed myself to my course. You cannot force a clock to run backwards when it is made to persevere always, and ever, forward. Had I not been so young I’d never have had the courage to love her.”
― Wheston Chancellor Grove, Who Has Known Heights

“Yo no he de morir, pero tengo matarme", y antes que pudiera reaccionar, la singularidad de esta idea absurda se posesionó vorazmente de mi voluntad.
"No he de morir, no... yo no puedo morir..., pero tengo que matarme."
¿De dónde provenía esta certeza ilógica que después ha guiado todos los actos de mi vida?
Mi mente de despejó de sensaciones secundarias; yo sólo era un latido de corazón, un ojo lúcido y abierto al serenísimo interior.
"No he de morir, pero tengo que matarme.”
― Roberto Arlt

“Never let your past define you.”
― Kaitlyn Stone, Walk with Me

“Times change and people change, and you can never go back to the way things were and find them to be the same - they won't be.”
― Bernie Morris, Bobby's Girl

“A lady is a female person who has the grace to consider the feelings of others before her own, at all times, and in all places. It has nothing to do with fine clothes or posh accent, or how much money her father's got. A lady is naturally born and cannot be moulded or trained to be anything else. She just is.”
― Bernie Morris, Bobby's Girl

“In my house, to this very day, in the bottom of a deep drawer, wrapped in a plastic bag to guard against time and dust - lies a white, fluffy, toy bear. It has blue glass eyes. Sometimes I take this out of its wrapper, just to hold it, and remember…
And that is all that remains in this world - of the sweetest thing.”
― Bernie Morris, Bobby's Girl

“All her pent-up misery and frustration broke loose with a vengeance, and she yelled at him, ‘You expect me to TRUST YOU?’ Her brain felt like a live coal, spitting sparks. ‘You expect me to go out with YOU! – when you tell me bare-faced LIES? D'you think I'm FUCKING STUPID?’ She slapped his face just as hard as she had the night before, then stood up and fled the length of the alley; tears streaming – hating herself – hating Bobby – hating the entire rotten, cruel, hateful world – filled with blind, savage, useless hate.
She didn't see the way he laid his head on his knees in despair, nor if he really cried.”
― Bernie Morris, Bobby's Girl

“The time has come for tears to start again,
Those faithful tears that always ease the pain.
Release the raging rivers of my soul!
Let me drown and then rise up again.

Let me drown until the river dries,
until the numbing coldness settles in.
See the world once more with empty eyes,
no spark of warmth can penetrate the skin.
Crash the thunder! Howl the wind!
Freeze my heart and beat the driving rain!
Let me know these dreams are empty lies.
Let me die and come to life again.

In the silent darkness of my mind,
let me wonder who you really are.
Let me feel that you were just a dream.
That fades on waking like the morning star”
― Bernie Morris, Bobby's Girl

“This is the part where I should fall asunder, consumed with shock, rage, indignation, terror, horror and any number of other emotions. But I’m as cool as a cucumber. It’s hard to admit to myself that I’m not overly surprised. Because, deep down, I’ve always known I was different, that something wasn’t quite right.”
― Siobhan Davis, Saven Denial

“I didn't know then that the sweet life could be like honeysuckle smothering a barbed-wire fence.”
― Anne Lovett, Rubies from Burma

“Times change and people change - and you can never go back to the way things were and find them to be the same - they won't be.”
― Bernie Morris, Bobby's Girl

“I wonder,” said Angelina, sitting on the loveseat next to Violet, “if he is mentally fragile.”
“What do you mean?” said Violet.
“He fought in the war,” replied Angelina. “He might fall apart, fly off the handle, go off the rails…”
― Cynthia Sally Haggard, Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia

“Mr. Russell, don’t you think I’m too young for you?”
His eyes flashed as his face hardened into a mask.
--Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia”
― Cynthia Sally Haggard, Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia

“Mr. Russell—this is awkward—Mother is not happy—She told me never to see you again.”
The force of his glare thrust her back on her heels.
--Farewell My Life, Buona Notte Vita Mia”
― Cynthia Sally Haggard, Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia

“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

“I see her perfect breasts in all their natural glory, hovering before me, making a mockery of Isaac Newton.”
― Philip Henry, My Ivory Summer

“After lunch four of us have our picture taken. Regn, myself, Fernus, and Sharon. I grip my brown lunch bag in hand, Fernus holds her soda can, Regn makes a funny expression. But what strikes me about this photograph is the shadow. We are standing in Group Reservations, the sun streaming in from above, through the skylight, and directly behind my head a giant starred reflection is cast on the wall. It is cast there as a pointed halo of sorts.
I am next to Regn, she wears her sunglasses though we are still indoors. My face looks so young, my eyes do not betray any weariness. The pain is gradual. The pain is two years and more ahead. Is the star the crest of my youth? Does it suggest what I’ve always known—that something more, something far greater was in store for me? Looking back and all that’s come to pass, I can tell you yes. With a full and tired heart, I can tell you yes. I am not inclined to whimsy or overly-superstitious; however, there are signs and sometimes they must be noticed or you are a fool to dismiss them. I knew from an early age I was different. I saw
the world from a distance. I was born to suffer and endure, but in so doing, if I succeeded, I was born for distinction. It was not conceit, but the knowing of Self and sometimes the frustration, the tedious ache of patience, rendered me doubtful.”
― Wheston Chancellor Grove, Who Has Known Heights

“You and I have been friends long enough to know how to treat each other . . . I'm leaving for college. I think I've outgrown the rules.”
― Sally Henson, Summer's End

“Mel eventually gave up trying to talk to him and just sat there looking at him. There was not likely to be much to look at, apart from the red, puffy eyes, runny nose and the rest of the mess that was Kyle French. Certainly not the once good-looking young student that Mel had developed a crush on.”
― Pamela Harju, The Truth about Tomorrow

“I spent that night lying next to her in the cool of a summer breeze. I watched her drift and dream next to me, while I harnessed the weight of a thousand feelings alongside her. Her face glowed as she slept, as if she could not be any happier.
Something profound happened that night, and I did not know what it was. All I knew was that something had changed. It was in the way she gazed at me, in the way her fingers would seek out the comfort of my hands. In retrospect, maybe it was that she had fallen in love for the first time, even though she had yet to say so. But as with all things beautiful, words merely got in the way. So, I didn’t care for them. I felt it in her presence that what we shared went beyond the effable, beyond what could be written about. It was the infinite space between the unspoken I-love-yous that resounded so clearly all around us.
When the gods finally lit the stars for the night, and the moon had slipped into oblivion, I watched little rays of starlight twirl in full-bodied color on her celestial face. I wanted to stretch out my hands and caress her, to take hold of her and say, “Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your God my God.”
Like Jacob wrestling that terrible angel, I, too, wanted to grasp her—if only for a temporal second—so that I could encounter the divine.
But I dared not disturb what was sacred, so I let her sleep.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Strange Deaths of the Last Romantic

“I intend to marry her,” he said, without turning around.
“Not if I have any say in it.”
“What makes you think she will listen to you? You have nothing to offer her. I have enough funds to provide for a wife and family. I could take her to Italy, to Venice. She could perform with the best musicians in the world.”
“You are not marrying her.”
“How are you going to stop me?”
“You will have to walk over my corpse.

--Farewell My Life, Buona Notte Vita Mia”
― Cynthia Sally Haggard, Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia

“A sudden change took place. From lying back in her seat wreathed in her own thoughts, which often gave her an otherworldly quality, Grace actually raised her head, and looked straight at him for the first time.
--Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia”
― Cynthia Sally Haggard, Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia

“Love wasn’t the high of chasing constellations in a far-away sky. It was the falling, the landing, the crashing.”
― Lilian Li, Duet Me Not

“I didn't look down, but my face flooded with heat I hoped he couldn't see in the shade of the dock. I was wearing a white shirt. How rude of him to mention it like I was in a wet T-shirt contest.
I cleared my throat. "Does that distract you?" My voice came out lower than it should have.
"You've always distracted me," he breathed, his lips descending.”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something