Quotes About Infatuation

I loved him in the way young people are mad for those they wish to resemble.

She liked him. She liked the feeling of liking him. She felt light and smiley and too full of excitement to think of anything else.

She can shoot like a dream and she carries tiny grenades in her top, a bit of my addled mind thought. I think I might be in love.

Love must be allowed to flow both ways—if it is not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? Either way, there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves. We stand at the side, watching, thinking that we do the right thing by inaction. We fear pain—our own, or that of another." He

Love must be allowed to flow both ways - if it is not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? Either way there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves. We stand at the side, watching, thinking that we do the right thing by inaction. We fear pain - our own, or that of another.

Love must be allowed to flow both ways - if it is not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? either way, there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves. We stand at the side, watching, thinking that we do the right things be inaction. We fear pain - our own, or that of another.

I admitted, still drinking in his eyes, his amazing face. I never seemed to get enough of that.

O that I were your lover for a month or two, he murmured, I would make that pretty heart's blood of yours ache in a fortnight.

His long looks were the thing in the world she could never have enough of. What she felt was that, whatever might happen, she must keep them, must make them most completely her possession.

The great thing is to love something.

For seven years I went about, day and night, with only one thing on my mind – her. Were there a Christian so faithful to his God as I was to her we would all be Jesus Christs today.

Zeven jaar lang heb ik dag en nacht met slechts een gedachte voor mijn geest rongelopen - haar. Als er maar een christen was die zo trouw aan zijn God was als ik aan haar, dan zouden we vandaag allemaal Jezus Christus zijn. Dag en nacht dacht ik aan haar, zelfs als ik haar bedroog.

As a teenager, there was a young girl in my neighborhood that I ended up falling for.

Love is a drug for me and I am addicted to it.

I am addicted to love.Love is my beloved drug.

I want to be owned by you.

I love you more than the cookie monster loves cookies.

I used to write things for friends. There was this girl I had a crush on, and she had a teacher she didn't like at school. I had a real crush on her, so almost every day I would write her a little short story where she would kill him in a different way.

He's like a drug for you, Bella.

Obsession is a clever and insidious drug.

When T falls in love, he does it with the whole world at once.

I love you still, but with your death I succumbed to a kind of infatuation. I convinced myself that what you and I had, so very briefly, was of far vaster and deeper import than it truly was. Of all the weapons we chose to turn upon ourselves, guilt is the sharpest, Silverfox. It can carve one's own past into unrecognizable shapes, false memories leading to beliefs that sow all kinds of obsessions.

I was slightly starstruck by Justin Bieber! I mean, he is cute!

I'm all for being in love and whenever I like someone, I end up pretty much completely smitten.