Quotes About Unrequited

He held out a hand in the dimness. This is an illusion. I am simply going mad with unrequited lust. Except that it hadn't seemed as unrequited as all that, now, had it? A perfectly demented grin stretched his mouth, briefly.

Amar apasionadamente sin ser correspondido es como ir en barco y marearse: tú te sientes morir pero a los demás les produces risa»

Oysa onu ac? ac? seviyorlard?, asla kar??l?k veremeyecek kadar tutkulu bir sevgi duyuyorlard? ona; kar??l?k vermeyen sevgisinin izin verdiÄŸi ölçüde seviyorlard? onu.

And this is my life, getting dumped with no warning. Or liking people who don't like me back, or who don't like me enough, or not as much as they like someone else.

my whole body sings to be near him,because every movement he makes is charged with electricity.I often think of putting my arms around him or running my fingers along his lips.When I let my thoughts go there the sharp pain of unrequited love invites the migraine in.

amor arrebatado que empezaba a consumirlo. Saberse no correspondido, además de infiel, lo hacía sentirse solo. Se dijo que era mejor así. Arrancar de cuajo una planta que, de todos modos, no tenía brotes ni futuro.

You cannot love me, much as you would like; you are unhappily in love with your love for me, but your love for me is not in love with you.

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me.

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me. But, for the next few minutes, I contented myself with the magnificent possibility that she might.

True lovers may never know what love means. A man may love a woman out of his reach. She does not know he loves her, and he will never speak of it.

It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them--and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they'll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on--this desperate need--and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.

What do you call a guy who you're sleeping with --Let's say you do that for nine years, you make breakfast and have birthday parties and arguments and wear what he tells you to wear, for nine years, and you're nice to his friends, and he's always at your place, but you know all the time it can't go anywhere, he's going to find someone, it won't be you, that's agreed on from the start, he's going to find someone and marry him -- what do you call that guy?

How true is the observation that unrequited love turns to deepest hate.

Wes wants to be with Macy. And Macy, whether she'll admit it or not, wants to be with Wes. And yet they're not together, which is not only unjust, but when you think about it, tragical!

Unrequited love. Nowadays called hysterical dependency.

She knows what it's like to love someone who cannot love you back. Someone who needs you, holds you, yes, but someone who will never know that love is the knife in your heart.

It was terrible to think that he was in this city, possibly very nearby, but I couldn't see him or talk to him because he didn't love me. I couldn't be with him for one minute, not even for the weird leftover hours that nobody else wanted, like from one to three a.m. on a Wednesday.

He fell in love with himself at first sight, and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.

There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.

O became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.

A person doesn't know true hurt and suffering until they've felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.

I could see how you could do extreme things for the person you loved. Adam One said that when you loved a person, that love might not always get returned the way you wanted, but it was a good thing anyway because love went out all around you like an energy wave, and a creature you didn't know would be helped by it.

But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like, unrequited love.

But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like, unrequited love. She had a baby, too. I was never allowed. Everything you ever wanted, I wanted also.