#ted

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

The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?
 ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#asleep #blurry #cheese #drunk #intoxicated

It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs. ↗

— Tasha Alexander

#love #unrequited-love #love

I didn't want someone who would have to force himself to love me or for me to pretend that I loved him back. I had always hoped that love would be mutually instinctual and natural- as easy as breathing ↗

— Tina Reber

#love

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#destiny #emily #love #love-story #lovers

He doesn't even like me. I let the thought roll around in my head. Anything I feel during that time gets shoved into the vault with the ten-foot-think door slamming as soon as it goes in, just in case something in there has any intention of crawling out. ↗

— Susan Ee

#love

One sided-love always goes with the urge of possessing. ↗

— Yu-Rang Han

#unrequited-love #love

Did he really not remember where it was, or is there some primitive part of a man’s brain that starts to shut down whenever a woman comes into their lives? ↗

— Tina Reber

#love

For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy--even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery. ↗

— Jean Rhys

#masochism #unrequited-love #love