Unrequited Quotes

There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false.

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

My heart had been touched by him, battered by him, cradled by him as the days passed. He was cruel without meaning to be yet he was kind, and I needed him too much to let myself want him

Never stop believing that your dreams are eternal.

Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?

Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?

the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

You and IAgain and again Always almost Never enough.- A world of almosts

Icarus should have waited for nightfall, the moon would have never let him go.

...Morning takes youagain to the placeof no return...I don’t have the timeto tell you, how much I wantyou to be here…

...You are here again, so realistic, just, the golden dawn takes you away in the morning...Be here now, not there, where there is nothingbut starsand emptiness......

What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

Thanks for holding my hand" she said, smiling while wiping away the tears off her face. If only she’d let me hold more than her hand, If only she’d let me hold her heart too.

Unrequited love is a billion times less intolerable than unrequited hate.

With women who do not love us, as with the "dear departed, " the knowledge that there is no hope left does not prevent us from continuing to wait.

I'm starting to learn that if things are messy, or pieces don't get put back right, they are going to hurt, either way.

No one had ever given me any idea on how to handle it when the right one came along, but you weren't the right one for him.

The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don’t come.

Love without conditions, restrictions, or the expectation of being loved in return.

Three years later and I’m still writing about you. I don’t know if that says more about you or I.

I think if we stop running towards broken arms, we’d all be just fine.

I’m sorry I broke you. It’s just that you’re so pretty, and I break pretty things.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

Dignity will only happen when you realize that having someone in your life doesn’t validate your worth.

History has shown us time and time again that you don't have to know someone to love them with all your heart.

What matters most, is not how my end happens, or if it happens now. What I care about in this instant, is that she knows how much I love her—that I lived long enough to have her love me back.

She had a destiny, and it was wonderful, every girl’s dream. Like Sleeping Beauty, awoken from a deep sleep by a charming vampire, Lena would have her very own fairy tale.

One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.

When the person you love can't see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind.

The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.

My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.

I'd rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI'd rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

She's in trouble, but I envy her.

In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time.

You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart." - Adieu

Death and parting are the same.

I stand, and wait among the sea foam. I swim in my own tears-I sing without my voice. I do not reach for higher ground, because I have lapped in the churning waters.

That's my fault, of course, because I behaved stupidly, like a child, because I didn't like feeling rejected. I need to learn to lose a little better.

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

For a full two hours, he stood at that door, a cloud of uncertainty ruling his mind. Damian felt like his heart was about to burst. Could she love him? Was it really true?

Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

Her kiss was a good-bye and a promise and a dream.

Love, no matter how high or low its form, must be requited, or the lover suffers.