I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“Unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.” — John Green Copy Share Image
Heart lesson #4: the unrequited heart. You can't make anyone love you back. — Ibi Kaslik Copy Share Image
Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“but yet it appeared to her so natural, so inevitable to strive against an inclination of that sort unrequited, that she could… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“And it’s that possibility in the back of your mind that you could be with that person is what makes it so… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that… — Elizabeth Chandler Copy Share Image
“If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard. And if I cannot be in your… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
“Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Unrequited love–plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing–turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would… — Elizabeth McCracken Copy Share Image
“Those were the three words seldom asked to her. Yet, she knew they hold a healing power in them; For they bring… — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
It was always about love. Always, always about love. Lost love, love denied, the obsessive hunger for love. Parental or romantic. Whether… — James W. Hall Copy Share Image
I am in no doubt that if you use the term 'luv' in a letter or text message then you are incapable… — Jon Richardson Copy Share Image
I love the ocean, wide-open space and trees, but I'm not a gardener or anything like that. I think I may be,… — David Duchovny Copy Share Image
I've got to be honest, I absolutely don't like designing romances. I think that you get a lot more drama and impact… — Chris Avellone Copy Share Image
My encounter with another world and another culture and the beginnings of an attachment to them had set up an irritation, barely… — Andrei Tarkovsky Copy Share Image
“What's the matter?" you asked, seizing an idea. "Did I burst your balloon - destroy the fantasy?" I struggled for a way… — Chris Kraus Copy Share Image
“Had Martha Foley returned William [James Sidis]'s passion as Margaret [Engemann] did Norbert [Wiener]'s, perhaps the two prodigies would have had more… — Amy Wallace Copy Share Image
“Millie was never possessive, never effusive, and never demonstrative. Her even-tempered approach to her marriage should have been enough to convince everyone… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited love. You ask yourself, How did I get… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Perhaps I was easier to shake off for you because you’re such a together person. I was just an extra layer on… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
To know the piano is to know the universe. To master the piano is to master the universe. The spectrum of piano… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
There’s nothing wonderful or interesting about unrequited love. I think it’s shitty, just plain shitty. To love someone who doesn’t return your… — Steve Toltz Copy Share Image
I had to get over [him]. For months now, a stone had been sitting on my heart. I'd shed a lot of… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box,… — Christy Heron Copy Share Image