There are those whose love awakens our own and those whose love undermines. As long as we are blind to this fact, true love will elude us.

May I eat lunch with you, Charlie Brown?” I’d give anything to talk with her… she’d never like me, though… I’m so blah and so stupid… she’d never like me… I wonder what would happen...

…unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price...

There is no hard and fast line that can be drawn that says: Up to here there was no love; from here on there is now love. Love is a gradual thing, it may take...

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.

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.

She’s an absolute idiot!” she added with the wisdom invariably shown by people who, not being in love themselves, feel that a clever man should only be unhappy about a person who is worth his...

They might be kind, I thought. They might be sensible and good. They will not be like you. But I did not say it. I knew it would mean nothing to her. I said something...

I remembered Daemon’s feather soft kisses on my cheek, and I remembered the clouds parting and the sun shining on a cold February day in Ireland. And as my baby girl was laid on my...

Cruelty is a language that the blind can see, the deaf can hear, and the heart feels forever.

First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved....

He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax…

He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in...

At first it was simply liking, Nastenka, but now, now !I am just in the same position as you were when you went to him with your bundle. In a worse position than you, Nastenka,because...

For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy–even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery.

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine’s Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now...

And she never knew that he laid awake the whole time, his lips at her temple, his hand against her hair.Whispering her name.Whispering other words as well.

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won’t get over you, Clary, he can’t.

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..

With Angela, everything about Damian died. His hopes, his dreams, his emotions. From that day on, Trey watched with regret, and a silent prayer to his sister, who he hoped looked down upon them. He...

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

I know you’ve forgotten me, but I’ll remember you as long as I live.

A singer who refused to sing, a friend who wasn’t her friend, someone who was hers and yet would never be hers. Kestrel looked away from Arin. She swore to herself that she would never...

In you i thought i had found,someone to share lifes ups and downs.Friends then lovers, I did it right,each day with you in felt so bright.But i was a fool to think it could last,that...

What I give, I give freely. You owe me nothing, not love, not friendship, not even obligation.

It all feels so different than it did yesterday. Is it because I’m aware of your feelings now? Or is it something else? Is it that…I know…what love is?

A mighty pain to love it is,And ’tis a pain that pain to miss;But of all pains, the greatest painIt is to love, but love in vain.

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...

As so many commitments demand your timeOr your shut-eye important be,Your attraction to me must in some way lack,Such a pity to spend time on thee.

She said she didn’t love him, and he said it didn’t matter, and the poverty of their words brought tears to their eyes.

Act that way and slowly but surely I will fade away. All the dawns and all the twilights will rob me, piece by piece, of myself, and before long my very life will be shaved...

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

I loved her [Gilberte]; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to hurt her, to force her to keep some memory of me. I thought her so...

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.

He doesn’t even like me.I let the thought roll around in my head. Anything I feel during that time gets shoved into the vault with the ten-foot-think door slamming as soon as it goes in,...

Besides, unrequited love is one of those things that all teen-agers have to go through, right?

There is no such thing as unrequited love; the phrase ought to be stricken from the lexicon. Love is a thing shared, an intertwining of essential separateness into something not quite alone. There is nothing...

But I love him.””So love him.””But I miss him.””So miss him. Send him love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it.

I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows.

Mom put dense cheddar bread into a bag for a man who said this was his wife’s favorite – he’d driven all the way from New Jersey to buy it because today was their anniversary....

I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers.

the madness of saintliness.” They have been joyful—because those who love conquer the world and have no fear of loss. True love is an act of total surrender.

He looked up at the round, stained glass window in front of him, a blurred kaleidoscope backlit in the morning sun. It glowed. The color of heaven. Of her hair. He sat back and cracked...

I wouldn’t change it,” Simon said. “I wouldn’t give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didn’t know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that...

Snape’s patronus was a doe,’ said Harry, ‘the same as my mother’s because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.

With a snarling face, fangs and blood red eyes, she had lunged at him and secured her mouth to his throat before he had even had time enough to scream. It had been the most...