63 Quotes About First-time

It's dreadfully awkward, your first time. He'll want to do things involving body parts that really shouldn't be keeping company. Just remind yourself the things you and he do in private are secrets only the two of you will share. There's nothing shameful about an act of love. And at some moments, it stops being about bodies or thoughts or words, it's only feeling... and it's beautiful.

I believe that love is meant to show up, so we can finally see ourselves for the first time.

Ce qui s'est passé ensuite, je pourrais le raconter dans les moindres détails. Le contact de nos peaux, les variations de nos souffles, l'intensité de nos regards dans la pénombre, nos chuchotements, nos gestes empressés, parfois maladroits. J'ai ancré dans ma mémoire chaque nanoseconde de notre première fois. Oui, je pourrais vraiment la raconter dans les moindres détails, mais cela n'appartient qu'à nous.

This book is a treasure; I did not suspect it would be so good when I picked it up, but now I can feel the printed words seeping through my skin and into my veins, rushing to my heart and marking it forever.I want to savor this wonder, this happening of loving a book and reading it for the first time, because the first time is always the best, and I will never read this book for the first time ever again.

Nick? Have you ever…” ”No.” He lifted his head again, studied me. “I’ve thought about it, but it never seemed right.” The idea of him making love to anyone else sent a shaft of pain straight through my middle. “You better wait on me, damn it.” ”I don’t think I have much choice.” He brushed my hair back. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, Alix, the only one I’ll ever want. That’s a promise.

People have done this before, but not us.

He loved her like the first time every time. Like the first time all the time.

I looked along the aisle and saw her, and it was as if I saw her for the first time. Everything changed. The ancient featureless interior of me spangled orange, mint, cat-blue. I looked back to the window immediately, my face damp, my breath caught. And worried I would never have the courage to look at her again.

But those eyes, those big green eyes of hers, they bore right into me with crippling force. She wanted it too much; the space Tommy had left in her, she wanted me to fill it. And I couldn't. She looked too young and too scared. almost like she didn't really want it either, she just needed it. I couldn't stick it in and fuck her pain away. I did not know how to fuck at all, let alone as therapy.