#quite

Backstage, I get sleepy, and want to curl up and snooze. I never get nervous, whatever the event. I feel quite detached until I walk on stage, and then some gear inside me clicks and off I go like a wind up doll. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#clicks #curl #detached #doll #event

Early British pop was helped tremendously by the writing of Bob Dylan who had proved you could write about political and quite controversial subjects. Certainly what we did followed on from what was happening with the angry young men in the theatre. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#angry #bob #bob dylan #british #certainly

I have written a book. This will come as quite a shock to some. They didn't think I could read, much less write. ↗

— George W. Bush

#come #could #i #less #much

And it turned out that the Roberts Commission did not fully utilize the information available and that it came to conclusions which were I think quite short sighted and, indeed, in some cases, scapegoated individuals. ↗

— Richard Ben-Veniste

#came #cases #commission #conclusions #did

Rats! There goes the bell... oh, how I hate lunch hours! I always have to eat alone because nobody likes me... Peanut butter again... I wish that little red haired girl would come over, and sit with me. Wouldn’t it be great if she’d walk over here, and say, “May I eat lunch with you, Charlie Brown?” I’d give anything to talk with her... she’d never like me, though... I’m so blah and so stupid... she’d never like me... I wonder what would happen if I went over and tried to talk to her! Everyone would probably laugh... she’d probably be insulted someone as blah as I am tried to talk to her. I hate lunch hour... all it does is make me lonely... during class it doesn’t matter... I can’t even eat... Nothing tastes good... Rats! Nobody is ever going to like me... Lunch hour is the loneliest hour of the day! ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#little-red-haired-girl #loneliness #lunch #rats #unrequited-love

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

— Eric Gamalinda

#love

What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#anne-bronte #bronte-sisters #unrequitet-love #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