A First love (n.) can die and walk on: she said "I am dying," and now walks the street on another man's arm.
A First love (n.) is not meant numerically, the young lover thinks — it means the true love; experience will teach him otherwise.
A First love (n.) is what the former sweetheart calls her new fiancé: she assures you she never loved you — her betrothed is her first love.
A First love (n.) is a sophism: “first” is at once a qualitative and a numerical category, so the man who loves three times can say his third love is his first.
A First love (n.) is the gilding a beneficent spirit gave mankind to embellish life: a widower and a widow, each bringing five children, assure each other on their wedding day that this is their first love.
A First love (n.) is sought like health, which is always one station ahead — forward or backward, the romantic's expedition never arrives.
A First love (n.) is not something to be recollected but something to be renewed — recollection tires you; renewal is action.
A First love (n.) betrayed and yet still believed in is a healthy sign — healthier than the prosaic common sense that finished long ago with such childish pranks.
A First love (n.) is, for the married man, not a sad memory but a battle cry.
A First love (n.) cannot be made to recur: to want the first again and again means you either never reached it or are now enjoying only its reflection.
A First love (n.) becomes in the aesthete's cold mood one of the lies by which one generation confirms another; truth lies in what is acquired, not in what is given.
A First love (n.) either thrusts a person forward as an endless impulse, or becomes a repelling power from which the unfortunate withdraw further and further.
A First love (n.) means the most where repetition is least likely; what is eternal can happen only once.
A First love (n.) is to the fortunate also the second, the third, and the last; to the unfortunate it is a moment — already past by the fact that it is.
A First love (n.) stays first only as long as one remains in it; pluck it and move on to a second, and you get neither.
A First love (n.) is the highest earthly good even when it is unhappy.
A First love (n.) is not blind but an absolute alertness, an absolute beholding of one single, actual person.
A First love (n.) is the fruit of surprise, and so involuntary that there is no time to consult God about it.
A First love (n.) is as uncomfortable without opposition as a knight with a stone-cutting sword stranded in a desert without even a blade of grass to try it on.
A First love (n.) is humble, glad there is a power above it — if only so it has someone to thank.