I was trying to make you jealous!” Simon screamed, right back. His hands were fisted at his sides. “You’re so stupid, Clary. You’re so stupid, can’t you see anything?”She stared at him in bewilderment. What...

I dream of you every day. I make up scenarios where everything is forgiven, where everything is fixed. Deep down I know our situation is unfixable, and even worse – you don’t want it. But...

Everything was Amelia’s fault. He hadn’t done anything wrong and neither had Kaitlin, but they were the ones paying the price and for what? To bring back a girl that he hated and wished he...

And so she shuddered away from the threat of his enduring love. What did he mean? Had she not the power to daunt him? She would see. It was more daring than became a man...

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...

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it’s usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

…what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? – have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul…

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place...

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her… He’s probably forgotten that I’m here, beside him

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.

…and her dreams that didn’t happen, that couldn’t have happened because she’d pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back.

I get what it’s like to want something, but to try and force yourself to really believe that you don’t.

Unreturned love is like trying to make a sandwich with one slice of bread. Don’t stress—fold it in half and love yourself.

Olivia sat back and propped her half-boots on the table. ‘So far it’s working. He has to return to me because I have his sister hostage.’ She briefly put her fingertips to her lips. ‘Did...

I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile.

She doesn’t belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

My heart is not brave or big. It is not cruel either. It is not strong at all. I keep it within this iron cage for a reason. Breathe on it wrong and I will...

Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heard why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt...

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

YOU YOU YOUyour eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edgesa book of myths in which i do not appear.

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would...

f you are ready to cry..to feel the pain..to take the risk? You are ready for love

First love is painful butunrequited love is heartbreaking

Hunting hawks did not belong in cages, no matter how much a man coveted their grace, no matter how golden the bars. They were far more beautiful soaring free. Heartbreakingly beautiful.

Unrequited love has as much to do with sex as a pillow does. Sure, it’s often part of the process, but it exists on its own whether or not naked people are grinding into each...

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

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.

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.

As much as he cared for Kaitlin, he knew that the clan’s survival was much more important that his own heart. Without her, he would be heartbroken all over again. He would lose her just...

He could remember all about it now; the pitiful figure he must have cut; the absurd way in which he had gone and done the very thing he had so often agreed with himself in...

The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I...

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don’t let it spoil you, for it’s wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can’t have the one you want.

…I’m the last person to ask about unrequited love – I’ve run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys…

Sometimes, we give the best of our hearts uncritically – to those who hardly think of us in return.

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

Love leads people to become lost in their own feelings and ignore the world, so it’s no surprise their love for the world goes unrequited.

Tell me, if you thought a man had a tendresse for you, but he wasn’t doing anything about it. And you wanted to hurry him up a little so you made a move, an unmistakable...

I can’t do it anymore… The way you consume my mind when we aren’t together? I don’t have time for it anymore. I’ve got more important things to think about now than your little weak...

So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sickness?

There is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one’s sentiments.

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

She knows what it’s like to love someone who cannot love you back. Someone who needs you, holds you, yes, but someone who will never know that love is the knife in your heart.

But, here was a curious thing. The more I tried to give up thinking of her, the more I said to myself, ‘She’s nothing to you’, the harder I tried to pluck the idea of...

Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, “May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides...

I would rather you hate me for who I am than love me for who I’m not.

I think I’ve found someone with who I want to spend my life with and that person…Isn’t you.

He offered his love … she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

…[P]erhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return—that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.