21 Quotes About Teen Love

Whether you’re a teen or an adult, love can be a confusing and sometimes painful experience. We all want to know what we’re doing and how we’re feeling, but we often don’t know who to ask. Or we feel like we should know, but then the advice seems wrong or not as good as we think it is. And then there’s that curious situation when you realize that you keep asking the same questions to the same people over and over again Read more

Love is a topic that can be hard to talk about, but these teen-love quotes will help you figure out what your purpose is and how to fulfill it.

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Yet I can’t bring myself to derail from her nor can I reject what I feel in the most primitive parts of me: hope. Because that’s what I feel with her, hope that the world can get better. Hope that a normal life can exist someday. Jocelyn White
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My brain was so noisy and opinionated that it drowned out my heart. Julia Day
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I’m scared that you’ll make me love you…and then you’ll leave me. S.R. Crawford
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You are a blue rose, Letti. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you. S.R. Crawford
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I want to say that yes, it was worth it; that I could suffer through pain and torture for her and go through a lot more than what Puck and his friends are capable of, and I can do it for all of eternity; suffer, until she realizes how much I love her. But she’s gone before I can say any of it. I wait till she’s left. And then I reach for my wallet. Hidden inside one of the flaps is a piece of paper that barely conceals a razorblade. Its frayed edges still have my blood on them. The blood is from the previous cuts I’ve made and I carry it around like a trophy, like Dexter carries around his victims’ blood on slides. I use that blade to give myself a cut and it starts bleeding. Right away, it feels as though the pressure that has been building inside me ever since that confrontation with Puck is lifted. I feel free again. . Kady Hunt
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He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me. Shannon A. Thompson
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It hurts to get things out in the open, but it hurts even more not to. Chrissy Moon
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I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time. Shannon A. Thompson
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I'm a pretty forgetful guy, but everything she says, I remember. I remember what colour her hair ribbon was when we met on the first day of fifth grade. I remember that she loves orchids because they look delicate but aren't, really. From a single postcard she sent me when traveling with her family two summers ago. I remember what my name looks like in her handwriting. Adi Alsaid
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And his kisses. God, his lips feel like they were custom made to fit perfectly against mine. He alternates between soft and sweet, hard and hungry. And I get it. Though we’ve shared plenty of kisses, this one is different. It’s like discovering a lake in the middle of a desert. Or waking up on Christmas morning to a glistening blanket of show. The equivalent of winning the lottery. And though it redefines the “cheese” in cheesiness, that’s what it feels like to have Logan back in my life, back in my arms, when I thought he was lost to me forever. Being with him means more than I can express. It’s everything. He’s everything. I start and end with him. . Siobhan Davis
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I love you Ivy. I'll never stop loving you." "I prayed for one more chance to reach you, " he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you, Ivy, and you were meant for someone else. Elizabeth Chandler
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And I wanted Jordan, because if he wanted me back it would mean I wasn't ordinary. A guy like him wouldn't settle for that. Vikki Wakefield
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Neither of us fit in, so instead we fit together. Julia Day
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Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission. Siobhan Davis
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We love each other. You love me, you do.” His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it. Siobhan Davis
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All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me. Siobhan Davis
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Answer me one thing, ” she says in a rigidly controlled voice. “Do you love Logan?”Perhaps I should lie, but in that moment, after what I’ve just witnessed, I’m incapable of expressing anything but the truth of what’s in my heart. “With all my heart, ” I sob. Siobhan Davis
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They drove back to her house in silence. Terrance pulled the car into the driveway and turned off the engine. Turning toward her, he said, “Khadejah, I really like you a lot and I don’t want to hurt you. But I’m not a virgin and I like to have sex. If we’re going to keep seeing each other, you’ve got to make a decision, because if I can’t get it from you I’ll get it from someone else.” He looked her straight in her tear-filled eyes. “I need to know whether to get a room for after the concert. Let me know tomorrow.” He reached over and opened her door. Khadejah didn’t say a word. She got out of the car and went into the house. Terrance sat there for a few minutes wondering if he was being fair. She had to know that he was having sex. Damn, I should feel honored that she’s still a virgin, he thought. Shit, I’ll just have my cake and eat it, too. Ten minutes later, Terrance was knocking on Adrienne’s door. “Hey, can I come in? . Tracy L. Darity
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He holds his hand out for me to see it like he’s cradling something delicate or breakable, an egg or like, his heart. Eda J. Vor
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You are a blue rose, Letti. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you. S.R. Crawford