Unrequited,love Quotes Page 2

It was always about love. Always, always about love. Lost love, love denied, the obsessive hunger for love. Parental or romantic. Whether it was twisted or pure, fulfilled or unrequited, love was always at the source.

All love is unrequited. All of it.

Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it.

I think one of the most poignant things is unrequited love and loneliness.

Love songs in particular are so compelling because love is probably the strongest emotion you can have, and I think it's relatable to absolutely everyone, whether it's unrequited love or love.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

I thought narcissism was about self-love till someone told me there is a flip side to it... It is unrequited self-love.

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.

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.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

Unrequited love's a bore.

For me, a place unvisited is like an unrequited love.

A dull ache that- try as you might to think it away, to convince yourself that she really wasn't the right country for you- just won't leave you in peace.

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Girls, like men, want to be petted, pitied, and made much of, when they are diffident, in low spirits, or in unrequited love. These are services which the weak cannot render to the strong and which the strong will not render to the weak, except when there is also a difference of sex.

I think there's nothing more painful for anyone than unrequited love.

If you've ever had that kind of physical access to someone and then, all of a sudden, that is denied, and yet you're still in love with that person, it's very, very, very painful to be around that person in a certain way.

It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too.

Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs.

I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one.

I mean, it's perfect... As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

When I'm lonely, frustrated or hurt it usually comes from a male person and from unrequited love. I often carry that pain around with me and my ribs actually start to ache. That's when I sit down and write.

Theres so many other things to write about than unrequited love.

Love is as simple as the absence of self- given to another.

God, when invited, fills the void of any unrequited love; hence loving is how one is drawn closer to God no matter its most horrific repercussions.

People do incredible things for love, particularly for unrequited love.

On the streets, unrequited love and death go together almost as often as in Shakespeare.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine;

For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

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

Life has now taught me that love for things, like all unrequited love, takes its toll in the long run.

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high;

It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.