#unrequited

I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something? ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#humor #in-love #insane-love #mad-love #obsessive-love

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it? ↗

— James Patterson

#unrequited-love #yearning #experience

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#books #boyfriend #choices #faith #family

Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other. ↗

— David Levithan

#love #unrequited-love #friendship

...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before. ↗

— Elle Newmark

#pain #unrequited-love #love

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

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#unrequited-love #dreams

No." Magnus strode toward him. "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

#unrequited-love #love

Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed? ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#love #romance #unrequited #dreams