Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.
If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.
I’m sorry I broke you. It’s just that you’re so pretty, and I break pretty things.
I miss you every minute of every day. If I could miss you more than that, I would.
...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.
Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.
Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.
Shut up…let me tell you, LET ME. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough...I don’t even think about women anymore. I think about you.
If you only knew how to respect my heart, I wouldn't have found a reason to let you go.
I found him between a reality and a nightmare.
Fiction has been maligned for centuries as being "false," "untrue," yet good fiction provides more truth about the world, about life, and even about the reader, than can be found in non-fiction.
There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.
The time when you wish if death was possible from a heartbreak
If you are ready to cry..to feel the pain..to take the risk? You are ready for love
Its not the love that hurts but the scented memories of anticipated dreams of a future together
The unspoken feeling that engulfs you and smolders you more and more each day.....love!
The closer he was the less confident I was.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.
I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile.
Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.
She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.
sometimes no matter how many eyelashes or dandelion seeds you blow, no matter how much of your heart you tear out and slap on your sleeve, it just ain't gonna happen.
Unrequited love is the only possible way to give yourself to another without being held in indentured servitude.
I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.
His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her... He's probably forgotten that I'm here, beside him
Its been six weeks," he murmured. "Six weeks I've wanted you. I know how you move, and how the sunlight makes a shadow on the curve of your cheek, and the shape of your ear." He chucked harshly then turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "I'm dying," he said. He dropped his fist against his chest. "Right here, you're killing me.
There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false.
There were books about how to be gay; he'd seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren't any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best friend and not fuck everything up.
Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.
My heart had been touched by him, battered by him, cradled by him as the days passed. He was cruel without meaning to be yet he was kind, and I needed him too much to let myself want him
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Why weren't we born in the same era?" he lamented. She eased past him neither here nor there, looked over her shoulder and whispered, "How mundane and cliche would that be?
I caught myself thinking about falling in love with someone who I hoped was out there right now thinking about the possibility of me, but I quickly banished the notion. It was that kind of thinking that landed me in this situation to begin with. Hope can ruin you.
Love leads people to become lost in their own feelings and ignore the world, so it’s no surprise their love for the world goes unrequited.
The world is full of unrequited love,' I said finally.
'You and Patrick having problems?' Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge.
'No, I was just wondering what you would say if I was a lesbian.'
'Come again?' said Lester. 'I'm having a hard time following this conversation.
I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.
I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.
Only those relationships last forever that do not have a name.
Which is worse? Loving someone and not being able to be with them or not loving someone and having to be with them.
You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.
Unrequited love has as much to do with sex as a pillow does. Sure, it’s often part of the process, but it exists on its own whether or not naked people are grinding into each other nearby.
I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.
I love you, Julian. But the words don’t come.
Sometimes, we give the best of our hearts uncritically - to those who hardly think of us in return.
But, here was a curious thing. The more I tried to give up thinking of her, the more I said to myself, 'She's nothing to you', the harder I tried to pluck the idea of her out of my heart, the more she stayed there.
She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her.
It had unfurled.
If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it.
It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash.
The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know
No matter how bleak, there is still chance of love in hatred but none in indifference
Among my stillness was a pounding heart.
The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.
What they have been teaching us is wrong. Yes, we do have control over our choices. Why? Because life gave us the freedom to choose. The only downside to this freedom are the insatiable consequences we shall have to face because of the choices we learned to embrace.
She had assumed they would see each other every day but she hadn’t really thought about the implications of having an affair with a married man. It wasn’t going to be a normal relationship.
You wanted a wife but I was
still a girl.
I fell for you and I fell hard. You bruised my knees and my heart to the point where I will do everything in my power never to fall for anyone again. It’s safer to stay on your feet. I would rather walk through life completely without love - empty; than crawl through what’s been pumping through my veins one more time.
The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.
My heart! Ohhh my poor heart
Its bruised...its scarred and its full of pain.... But its still in love with you!
Love is the one thing in this world that you should never have to go through alone… For unreciprocated love is the most soul crushing experience you will ever go through.
He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax...
I'm not unlucky at love, just incredibly lucky with celibacy.
What you do with your heartbreak is yours, never feel the need to explain to people why things ended the way it did; it's not for the world to own.
To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.
Apakah hidup ini akan menjadi membosankan, jika hanya melulu soal patah hati dan perasaan yang tak berbalas?
f you are ready to cry..to feel the pain..to take the risk? You are ready for love
Kat stood immobile and watched with pain, a kiss of passion, a kiss of desire; a kiss that could never be hers.
PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.