#unrequited

I loved you even when you forgot me. And—for a little while—you loved me back. ↗

— Julio-Alexi Genao

#love

But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You're like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#murder #unrequited-love #women #love

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. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#worry

When I talk about unrequited love, most of you probably think about romantic love, but there are many other kinds of love that are not adequately returned, if they are returned at all. An angry adolescent may not love her mother back as her mother loves her; an abusive father doesn't return the innocent open love of his young child. But grief is the ultimate unrequieted love. However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels... ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#love #unrequited-love #love

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. ↗

— Bauvard

#love #unrequited-love #funny

you still do love her & not me, not ever. You're just lonely and looking for someone to share it with. It hurts to realize that I'm not lonely like you, I still have my family with me, my friends are all over me and I have myself to know that I am loved and thought of by people who truly loves me no matter how strange I can become but still makes you my top of the list person I long to be with. It's crazy feeling to miss your touch, your smell, your breath, your body, your power over me while I keep myself all ready for you and not dare others who longs for what I long from you to touch me! ↗

— verloren

#unrequited-love #family

Let her remain where she is. A constellation away. ↗

— Eric Gamalinda

#love

Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain. (p. 225) ↗

— André Aciman

#coming-out #love-and-loss #unrequited-love #love

Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn't doing anything about it. And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable move; one that nobody could pretend had been a misunderstanding. And he - he ignored it - ignored you. What would you feel? ↗

— Ahdaf Soueif

#love

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble. ↗

— Mercedes Lackey

#relationships #unrequited-love #humor