#unrequited

It’s bad enough to love someone who don’t love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Ah, Fan, I’m getting so ill tempered and envious and wicked, I don’t know what will happen to me. - Polly ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#love

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#love #unrequited-love #love

And my desire,' he said, 'is a desire that is as long as a year; but it is love given to an echo, the spending of grief on a wave, a lonely fight with a shadow, that is what my love and my desire have been to me. ↗

— Augusta Gregory

#love

Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love. ↗

— Lan Samantha Chang

#change

The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#tragic #unrequited-love #love

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it. ↗

— Robert Goolrick

#love #sad #searching #unrequited-love #life

If there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don't snuff it out, don't be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we'd want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste! (p. 225) ↗

— André Aciman

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

The effect on Lucy was not bad, for the faint seemed to merge subtly into the narcotic sleep. It was with a feeling of personal pride that I could see a faint tinge of colour steal back into the pallid cheeks and lips. No man knows, till he experiences it, what it is to feel his own lifeblood drawn away into the veins of the woman he loves. The Professor watched me critically. "That will do," he said. "Already?" I remonstrated. "You took a great deal more from Art." To which he smiled a sad sort of smile as he replied, "He is her lover, her fiance. You have work, much work to do for her and for others, and the present will suffice. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#art

In the end, what I felt didn't matter if it made them suffer. They didn't see me in that way. I knew it from the start but still I chased that fading hope. They was in love with another and I couldn't change that. Their friendship, their companionship, their trust it is more than I deserve, more than I could hope for. I guess I was arrogant back then to think I could make them mine. You know, I did see an angel that night while I lay exhausted in the rain, I saw them. Now that I look back at it, I came to realize that, yes, they was an angel but they wasn't my angel. ↗

— Chris Thach

#friendship #heartbreak #platonic #romance #unrequited-love

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#romance #unrequited-love #dreams