100 Quotes About Young Adult Romance

Some of us are born with great love in our hearts. But even so, love can be hard to find. Fortunately, there are many ways to find it. These young adult romance quotes will help you find the perfect partner, either for friendship or romance.

Among my stillness was a pounding heart.
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Among my stillness was a pounding heart. Shannon A. Thompson
No bikinis on a first date.” He nods. “I’m sure...
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No bikinis on a first date.” He nods. “I’m sure that’s a rule. Or should be. For my sisters anyway. Huntley Fitzpatrick
I guess I like things that take time and attention....
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I guess I like things that take time and attention. More worthwhile that way. Huntley Fitzpatrick
This is Sailor Supergirl, ” George says. “She knows all...
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This is Sailor Supergirl, ” George says. “She knows all about black holes. Huntley Fitzpatrick
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Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives. Huntley Fitzpatrick
When I turn back to Jase, he’s again beaming at...
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When I turn back to Jase, he’s again beaming at me. “You’re nice.” He sounds pleased, as if he hadn’t expected this aspect of my personality. Huntley Fitzpatrick
And to think of all the colors in the world,...
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And to think of all the colors in the world, blood chose to be red. Nelou Keramati
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When they’re together, the world could fall apart around them and they’d never notice or care as long as they have each other. Simone Elkeles
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Jase props himself up on an elbow, looking at me for a minute without saying anything. His face gets an unreadable expression, and I wish I could take back walking over. Then he observes, “I’m guessing that’s a uniform.” Crap. I’d forgotten I was still wearing it. Huntley Fitzpatrick
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I’m waiting with baited breath to hear that silver tongue of yours. Jodie B. Cooper
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If I've got a Dad, and his name is Wormwood Rot, and he's in some heavy metal rock band called Grave Dirt .. . then I'm definitely meeting him! She stares at me awkwardly, and I'm about to ask again–maybe even insist–when she says, "Honey, why do you think he's on the news? Wormwood, I mean .. . your father? Becca, he's .. . dead. Rusty Fischer
I am the shadow of the flame.
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I am the shadow of the flame. Victoria Aveyard
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She had never been in love before. She'd tried to save herself the pain, but all her pretending and hiding the truth from herself had not saved her at all. And even though this love was painful, it was worth it to remember how the sight of him and the sound of his voice had made her heart beat faster, that feeling of wanting what was best for someone else, even if it broke her own heart. Melanie Dickerson
Is it possible to love someone so completely, so intensely,...
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Is it possible to love someone so completely, so intensely, they could never die? To give them more than just your heart or your soul? What if you could give then the miracle of immortality? Kellie Thacker
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Why could he not have chosen some other woman? Why Avelina? But he knew why. It was because she had seemed good and kind and had expressed her thoughts without any false pride or pretense. He had admired her forthrightness and her compassion. And although he had never thought of a wife with strong opinions was a good thing, he actually found he liked her opinions-or at least admired her for having them. He wanted to get to know her, to know everything that was in her heart. He wanted to marry her and, surprising even himself, to love her. Melanie Dickerson
I should like the woman I choose to be very...
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I should like the woman I choose to be very honest, generous, and to have a sincere faith in God, rather than mindlessly following the rules. Melanie Dickerson
She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun...
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She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor. Jenny Rosen
Our experiences shape who we are.
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Our experiences shape who we are. Kelly Oram
When they’re together, the world could fall apart around them...
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When they’re together, the world could fall apart around them and they’d never notice or care as long as they have each Simone Elkeles
We had been younger. Yup, you can grow a lot...
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We had been younger. Yup, you can grow a lot in the blink of an eye. Liz Thebart
Somewhere in between, I had fallen for that boy.
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Somewhere in between, I had fallen for that boy. Liz Thebart
There are people in my life who count more than...
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There are people in my life who count more than playing soccer in Serie A Mirella Muffarotto
You're the sunrise to my eyes every morning.
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You're the sunrise to my eyes every morning. Liam Levi
From so high above it, the world seems ordered and...
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From so high above it, the world seems ordered and deliberate. But I know it's more than that. And less. It is structured and chaotic. Beautiful and strange. Nicola Yoon
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The hours tick by as I lie in bed. Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come. Ashley Earley
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I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can't break free. Help! I can't break free! I open my mouth to scream. Ashley Earley
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One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore. Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us. Ashley Earley
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Night has settled over Paris.The streets have cleared of the crowds, and the city has been lit up. I set my book down, deciding to go for a walk. The Eiffel Tower is only a few blocks away. Now that there aren't many people out, I can walk there without having to fight my way through mobs of gawking tourists. Ashley Earley
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He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's wondering why I'm staring at him, but he doesn't ask. I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what's on my mind, "I want to draw you. Ashley Earley
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He stares at me–taking me in–with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place. Ashley Earley
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Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter. Ashley Earley
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I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall. Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask the question before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can." Hey! Wait! " he calls after me. I don't stop. Ashley Earley
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I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me Ashley Earley
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I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that was once special, whether it ended or turned into true happiness. The locks represented a past, present, and a possible future. Ashley Earley
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When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge. Ashley Earley
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The boy took my sketchbook. Ashley Earley
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I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark. Ashley Earley
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He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. “I’m not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, I’m holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate.” I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isn’t much I can say. “This isn’t a hostage negotiation.” He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. “I guess I should introduce myself.” He holds a hand out for me to shake. “I’m Nathan.” I stare at his hand for a moment. “Taylor, ” I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand. He lets his hand fall back to his side. “At least I got you to say something non-hostile.” “I haven’t been hostile, ” I object. His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, haven’t you?” “Why don’t you leave me alone?” I snap. “Leave and don’t come back.” I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He can’t follow and annoy me if I lock the door. “Where are you going?” he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isn’t. Once inside, I slam the door behind me. “That was totally not hostile! ” he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too. Ashley Earley
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That small exposure to a few measures of song threw my world of its axis. It punctured a tiny window that gave me a peek at feelings, emotions, and thoughts I never knew existed. Knowing there was more to my life I wasn't getting at this moment made me feel like a drug addict forced into rehab. Megan Rivers
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To me, guitar notes are the most beautiful sounds in the world. Megan Rivers
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Life is either the same song you sing day in and day out, or you go out into the world and devise your own soundtrack. Megan Rivers
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I radiated with all the stars in the night sky and the courage of a thousand men ran through my veins. Megan Rivers
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Soon it will all be a memory and memories decay and deform over time. Megan Rivers
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I had no idea what the lyrics were in the song, but his voice wrapped around my head, weaving through my hair, and whispered into my ears that made me drunk with a feeling I never felt before. Megan Rivers
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But in her heart she truly believed she was a better lady than Lady Dorothea ever was. Was it wrong to think she was nobler in her heart than the true nobleman's daughter? Melanie Dickerson
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I don't believe in love at first sight but maybe this is as close as it gets: seeing someone, a person you have no business loving, on a football field one night and thinking, I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. Lying on a closet floor with someone and thinking, I shouldn't know you but I do. Recognizing someone as a part of you before they've even become that person in your life, and knowing, without a doubt, that neither of you will ever be who you are in this exact moment ever again and believing, against all odds, you will continue to belong to one another despite that. Emily Henry
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As many of you know, I am not very fond of the human race. However, I will not let them die by the hands of our species nor any other. For thousands of years, we've walked this earth in peace with them, and a war is not in the best interest of either party. It'll only create suffering and tragedy on both sides. We can't allow this to happen. Our only option is to find him and kill him. Christine Gabriel
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They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures. T.S. Pettibone
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It's been a pleasure pleasing you. T.S. Pettibone
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In the year 2052, it's not love but hate that unites the world. T.S. Pettibone
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Let the deal be spoken first and then manipulate it to your advantage. T.S. Pettibone
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You'll regret that, Bourkan. T.S. Pettibone
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I am War. I am Death. I am the Unloved God. T.S. Pettibone
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Depression is a funny thing. Some days you have the strength to get up out of bed and attempt to live your life as a normal human being, but others…you just don’t want to leave your room and socialize with the outside world–the world that you hate on days like this. You stay secluded in a tiny space, left alone to the thoughts that eat at your brain until you finally sit down and let them be thought. Ashley Earley
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My mind screams for me to run, but my feet are planted where they are. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. There’s no way this is real! Ashley Earley
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I am ready for battle. I am ready to fight. Ashley Earley
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Without thinking, I step a little closer, reaching out slowly to slide a fingertip over the largest petal of the lily tattoo on her lower back. Instantly a vibration moves up my arm, and I swear the mark on my hand burns against my skin. I clench my fingers into a fist, but I don’t step away.“ Did you feel that?” she asks. I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I feel so much, always so much. She takes my hand and brings it to her side again, resting it on the violets. I look at thepurple flowers between my fingers and feel the heat of her skin, the way it slides beneath my palm, soft as silk. And that vibration moves through my arm again. Her breath quickens. I find myself moving closer as her blue eyes go wide with wonder. My heart stutters and my chest aches with some unknown need.“ Are you doing this?” I ask. Is she making me want this?“ No, ” she breathes. The smell of her turns to spice, sharp and warm, and I know I’m sensing her now, even through the block in the house. We stand like that for an eternity, still as statues on the outside, but inside I’m running, running toward a place I’ve never been. I should be terrified. But all I feel is strength. Rightness.And then Kara moves, her hands skimming up my chest, testing the boundaries. Her palms slide to my shoulders, her fingers tracing the line of the muscles in my arms, down to my waist. She grips my shirt, stretching it a little, waiting for me to tell her to stop. But I watch her lift it, let her pull it up, raising my arms, and I even take the last of it off myself, dropping it to the floor. We breathe, staring at each other. The vibrations move between us. My left arm buzzes with them. I think she’s doing it. Whatever’s happening, it’s her. I reach up and brush my marked knuckles across her cheek, amazed at the feel of her, the way her eyes seem to see everything, the way she pulls me into her. I can’t seem to remember why I shouldn’t kiss her. And kiss her. And. I kiss her, taking her face in both hands, skimming my thumb over her jaw as she leans into the touch, reaching out to curl her fingers around the back of my neck. I have to remind myself to breathe. I need more of her. The emotions roll over me in a rush, a tangle of sensation and movement, heat and sugar and heady aromas. I grip her tighter. Her nails dig into my shoulders. My hands slide down her spine. The kiss deepens, goes on forever, until I can barely see sense. I explore her shape, the feel of her ribs, the textures and taste of her skin on my tongue as I kiss her neck, her shoulders, her chest. As I draw trembling gasps from her lips, she grips me so hard it hurts. Our bodies mesh. Our breath mingles in frenzied desperation. Nothing else exists except her. Her warmth. Her spice. Her. Rachel A. Marks
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A faerie heart is different from a human heart. Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again. Faerie hearts are evolutionarily less sophisticated. They are small and hard, like tiny grains of sand. Our hearts are too small to love more than one person in a lifetime.. I tried to talk sense into my hard little heart. But it had landed on Peter, a creature two hundred times my size and barely aware of me, and there was no prying it loose. Jodi Lynn Anderson
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Scientist say that music can change the speed of a heartbeat. They failed to add: so can a text message. Holly Smale
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Because that's the truth about people with obsessively organised plans: we're not trying to control everything in our lives. We're trying to block everything we can't. Holly Smale
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I do not want to discourage you, but if you really feel something for Larsson TIGER, try to forget him! He is not the right man for you. In fact, he is not a right man for any woman in this world." She stands and walks to the bathroom saying, "Larsson TIGER only thinks about tigers, money and fun. Pet Torres
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Histories of the world before our own. That was a world of empires, of corruption, of war-and more freedom than I've ever known. But the people of that time are gone, their dreams in ruin, existing only in smoke and ash. Victoria Aveyard
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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
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The French poet Mallarmé and, after him, Borges, claimed that “everything in the world exists to end up in a book, ” and if that’s true, and that even every man is a book, Federico was undoubtedly created by the pen of Keats or some other tormented Romantic poet; while Matteo was pure passion, like Shakespeare’s Romeo: spontaneous, intense, and impetuously real. Mirella Muffarotto
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It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you! Mirella Muffarotto
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Marika could feel herself cocking the trigger of a loaded gun and pointing it at herself, because the truth could be too shocking a revelation, something that would shake their lives to the core... but lies were just a dead-end alleyway that offered no way out. Mirella Muffarotto
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He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind. Christy A. Campbell
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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
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C, it was like my breath was stolen. My heart seemed to merge with yours. When you came into my life, all I wanted was you. All I thought about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your lips, and your eyes seemed to hold me captive.” ~Tru~ J.L. Clayton
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Jace’s husky voice almost came out in a purr. He said, “You want to make a bet on that, Charlie.” Oh yeah, he can sell that stuff alright. “No worries, ” Jace was saying. “I only have eyes for you.” He touched the tip of my nose with his finger. I swatted him away. Jace laughed. ~Jace~ J.L. Clayton
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Her scream of utter horror and fright was a sound that no one in the chamber would ever forget.~ Crispin.~ J.L. Clayton
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Oh. C’mon, pretty girl. I like it when ya scream.” The leader breathed into my ear. I spat as good as I could on his hand. He jumped back glaring. I said, “Funny. You like it when I scream? Yet you cover my mouth! ” I laughed then winced. J.L. Clayton
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Why can’t I take you? Why is it so hard? You have the other half of my soul; with you I will be complete! So. Then. Why?” Crispin murmured clenching his fists. Oh, he pitied the fool who would be in his way once he returned to his domain. “Oh, what suffering will befall them in her place, ” he smiled wickedly. ~Crispin~ J.L. Clayton
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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
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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
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Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear. Simona Panova
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I'm sorry, " I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast he wouldn't eat, and walked away. And as he did, I thought again of those mornings in the hallway at school, way back in ninth grade. Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all. Sarah Dessen
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One can learn from what is not said. C. Kennedy
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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
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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
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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
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It’s destiny; the stars have aligned perfectly to bring us together as friends. You cannot argue with what’s meant to be, once the stars have spoken, it is absolute, ” he uttered, all smug and knowing. Shocked that he used the word destiny, I cocked my head and shot him a look–for the first time actually seeing Parker. He was pretty…too pretty to be a guy; streaky blond hair–as if each streak had been strategically placed–dark eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile that dimpled in one cheek. “Destiny has already found me, with a clearly marked path for my future, ” I retorted. “Then you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice.” Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine. Parker and Danielle. Deborah Ann
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It’s destiny; the stars have aligned perfectly to bring us together as friends. You cannot argue with what’s meant to be, once the stars have spoken, it is absolute, ” he uttered, all smug and knowing. Shocked that he used the word destiny, I cocked my head and shot him a look–for the first time actually seeing Parker. He was pretty…too pretty to be a guy; streaky blond hair–as if each streak had been strategically placed–dark eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile that dimpled in one cheek. “Destiny has already found me, with a clearly marked path for my future, ” I retorted. “Then you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice.” Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine. Deborah Ann
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Where Destiny sets its path, Fate shall follow...: Deborah Ann
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We both knew the place we were at and what that meant. We both felt the regret and the loss. We both knew that without me, none of it would have been possible. Without me, everything would be different. Without me, we wouldn't have been there... lying in that bed in the first place. Megan Duke
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So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? — Simona Panova
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She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse? Christy A. Campbell
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The butterflies swirl again in Sera’s stomach. Perhaps they have brought along fireflies too, to light up her soul. Christy A. Campbell
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How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina? Christy A. Campbell
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He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn’t sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might’ve been taking a leisurely stroll across Elijah’s heart, leaving footprints behind that he’d never seen. Christy A. Campbell
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And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me? Simona Panova
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You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want? Simona Panova
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It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was...perfect. Sarah Ockler
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There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it’s just the way he always smells and there is no way to define it. Christy A. Campbell
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She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness. Christy A. Campbell
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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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I have no right to make you love me, or to love you. But I do know that love is something that is tested and mended over time." I don't know if purely romantic love can last through anything (it is so based on feelings and attraction, both of which are fickle at times), but I think friendship can, and when the romantic love and friendship get blurred together into one it makes 'relationship cement, ' I think." - Stay by Jennifer Silverwood"And then, real love I think comes later. When you really get to know someone and how they think and feel, when you can't imagine if something were to happen to them. When you trust them and want to spend all your time doing nothing with them, when you want to grow old together." - Stay by Jennifer Silverwood. Jennifer Silverwood
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I look down at his beautiful face, shining with so much love and admiration for me, and I know that every struggle I’ve faced up to this point has all been worth it, because it led me to him. Siobhan Davis
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His shrill cries flood the forest like light engulfing a silhouette. Nelou Keramati