Unrequited Love Quotes
You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.
I HOLDIf I could have had him, I could have let himgo.But withoutthe having there was nothing—so to the nothingIhold.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
How I wish I could undo it all … take it all back…All those years I spent unhappy with him …. when I should have been looking for you.
How many times did we pass each other before we met? If only I’d known…. I would have searched for you endlessly.If only I’d found you before it was already too late.
Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…
The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.
He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.
Like so many others my story begins with that same old line…. ‘So anyway, there was this guy….’ Until one day…. there wasn’t.And nothing was ever the same after that….
It’s times like this…. when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.
It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us.Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... but I actually mean sad.
In a way, it was the same as any normal break up. You took what was yours …. and I kept what I’d had from before we were together…You took my heart …. and I had nothing…
When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.I was just me.I was whole again.I was just a person – like everyone else.
I try to do something positive – I socialise more…But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.
I still think of you every day.But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.
How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?
There is something strangely ecstatic, oddly fascinating and infinitely magnetic about unrequited love.
He knew in that moment that falling in love with her would destroy him, and so he decided at once that he would do his damnedest to despise her.
But he knew she was a star, and he, only human. He was never meant to reach the stars - he could only admire them from afar.
The Hardest thing about being broken, isn't the Love you don't receive, It's the Love you long to give that nobody wants..
If I could undo everything, " Tony said, "I would never have gone to that party. I was an idiot, Kelly, and it cost me the love of my life.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
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.
What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be
When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?
Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?
...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......
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.
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.
My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.
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.
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.
The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly is always the love that is not returned.
But when one does not complain, and when one wants to master oneself with a tyrant’s grip — one’s faculties rise in revolt — and one pays for outward calm with an almost unbearable inner struggle.
Never fall in love with someone that won't fight for you because when the real battles begin they won't pull your heart to safety, but they will their own.
She was limp and pathetic and woozy and I loved her, I realised, even more because I knew how completely it was doomed.
Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.
There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
