#unrequited

There is no such thing as unrequited love; the phrase ought to be stricken from the lexicon. Love is a thing shared, an intertwining of essential separateness into something not quite alone. There is nothing like it under the heavens. Like bread, it will not be made with flour or water alone; the recipe requires both. Guarding each other’s vulnerability provides the yeast that makes it rise, and salt from the tears that caring brings lends the finishing touch. ↗

— Andrew Levkoff

#unrequited-love #love

You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart." - Adieu ↗

— Kate Chisman

#broken-heart #broken-hearted #heartbreak #love #lust

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#love #unrequited-love #love

Olivia sat back and propped her half-boots on the table. 'So far it's working. He has to return to me because I have his sister hostage.' She briefly put her fingertips to her lips. 'Did I just say that? I mean I'm protecting the baby sister and earning his trust ↗

— Kresley Cole

#humor #love #unrequited-love #love

Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love. ↗

— Lan Samantha Chang

#change

What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#love

The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#tragic #unrequited-love #love

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart. ↗

— Christina Westover

#inspiration #life #lily-sauvage #love #muse

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it. ↗

— Robert Goolrick

#love #sad #searching #unrequited-love #life

The effect on Lucy was not bad, for the faint seemed to merge subtly into the narcotic sleep. It was with a feeling of personal pride that I could see a faint tinge of colour steal back into the pallid cheeks and lips. No man knows, till he experiences it, what it is to feel his own lifeblood drawn away into the veins of the woman he loves. The Professor watched me critically. "That will do," he said. "Already?" I remonstrated. "You took a great deal more from Art." To which he smiled a sad sort of smile as he replied, "He is her lover, her fiance. You have work, much work to do for her and for others, and the present will suffice. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#art