#unrequited

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman! ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#unrequited-love #love

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. ↗

— Poppy Z. Brite

#love #romance #unrequited-love #youth #love

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

I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bromance #love #magnus-bane #the-mortal-instruments #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. ↗

— Criss Jami

#closer #compensation #filling-the-void #god #horrific

Cruelty is a language that the blind can see, the deaf can hear, and the heart feels forever. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#cruelty #hateful-people #love #relationships #unrequited-love

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#shadow #unrequited-love #love

Mom put dense cheddar bread into a bag for a man who said this was his wife's favorite - he'd driven all the way from New Jersey to buy it because today was their anniversary. Several women in the store jabbed their husbands on hearing this. I hung my head - Peter Terris wouldn't cross the street to buy me a Twinkie. (Thwonk) ↗

— Joan Bauer

#bakery #love #unrequited-love #love

But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#love

YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths in which i do not appear. ↗

— Clint Catalyst

#clint-catalyst #eyes #poem #short #unrequited-love