Quotes About Crush

When you're 11 or 12 years old, you can get so swept up in a book that you start to believe that the fantasy is reality. I think when you have a giant crush when you're in fifth grade, it becomes your whole world. It's like being underwater; everything is different.

If you are going to ask your crush for their phone number, you are one of the small group of women I am so jealous of.

The only leading man I ever had a crush on was James Garner.

Ojalá encuentres el agujero negro que te tiene reservado el Universo. Y que seas bien infeliz en él, retorciéndote en la materia condensada, aplastado como una cucaracha por el Big Crush.

I love Neil Patrick Harris. I've always been a big fan of his - he was my first TV crush.

'What's It Gonna Be?' is about having a massive crush on someone, so it made sense to go back where - to school, where it all began. But it was important for us to explore those archetypal characters - The Jock, The Nerd, The Dork, The Popular Kid - and then flip expectations.

I had a bad habit of falling in love with any girl who was nice to me.

That boy-next-door, love interest crush has been my niche since 'Austin & Ally.'

My earliest celebrity crush was/is Nick Jonas.

I seem to have no problem revealing my crush on the man who murdered Lincoln.

I used to think--and given the way we ended up, maybe I still do--that all relationships need the kind of violent shove that a crush brings, just to get you started and to push you over the humps. And then, when the energy from that shove has gone and you come to something approaching a halt, you have to look around and see what you've got. It could be something completely different, it could be something roughly the same, but gentler and calmer, or it could be nothing at all.

Even Tucker's way of not living could be described as living, if you had a crush on him.)

If she came into my shop, I might really get to like her, and then I'd be waiting for her to come in all the time, and then when she did come in I'd be nervous and stupid, and probably end up asking her out for a drink in some cackhanded roundabout way, and either she wouldn't catch my drift, and I'd feel like an idiot, or she'd turn me down flat, and I'd feel like an idiot.

Wait. Wait. Mackensie? The redhead you had a crush on in high school?" Defeated, Carter rubbed the spot between his eyebrows again. "I should never have told you about that. This is why I rarely drink." "But, Cart, this is like kismet." Excitement rushed through the words. "It's like return of the nerd. It's the big chance to follow up on a lost opportunity." "It's coffee," Carter muttered.

How about after I'm a hundred percent, we have a hot, torrid affair. It'd be good for my emotional and mental health." "My man would crush you like a bug, skinny boy. It's too bad my sister's only eighteen." "Eighteen's legal." "You go near my baby sis, I'll put you back in this hospital.

The guy—he's an eager beaver—more eager, I'd say, because he wants to impress you. Sends you longing glances." "He does not." "Serious crush. I know just how he feels." Now she snorted. "A crush is different from wanting to get a woman naked and onto any available flat surface." "Oh. Guess I don't know how he feels, then.

Why do I keep thinking of her alluva sudden?! Especially when the only time my face gets red and my heart starts puonding...is when I see him! -Syaoran Li

It is one of their beauties, the Irish, the way they crush and expand the language all at once How they mangle it and revere it. How they color even their silences.

Commonsense has trampled down many a gentle genius whose eyes had delighted in a too early moonbeam of some too early truth; commonsense has back-kicked dirt at the loveliest of queer paintings because a blue tree seemed madness to its well-meaning hoof; commonsense has prompted ugly but strong nations to crush their fair but frail neighbors the moment a gap in history offered a chance that it would have been ridiculous not to exploit.

Anyway, back to the crush. Sorry to shift gears so fast, but we both know why we're here. I mean, if I wanted to discuss the existential angst of motherhood I'd be writing in a journal. Diaries are for the down and dirty, the stuff you don't want people to ever find out about you. Journals are the things you leave open around the house, hoping a literary agent will wander in, read it and declare you the next genius of your age.

and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

Was he actually looking forward to seeing Cara again? The goofy way his lips were curved into a smile said yes, and horror of horrors, he realized he was experiencing some sort of crush. He needed to kill something.

The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.

The forceps of our minds are clumsy things and crush the truth a little in the course of taking hold of it.