You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know.
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Quotes tagged ‘Unrequited Love’
You've ruined my life by not being mine.
We love even when our love is not requited.
Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love someone else. I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.
You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.
I tell myself I know nothing about love so I can recover. I am recovering from a fantasy that I projected on a young man's body. He provided music and language and fingers and a face that moaned into my pussy. I am never going to recover from being that alive.
Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no-one to love in return…
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 for the hurt done by the one who came before.
How many young women have I watched weep their days away over disinterested men? To all of them, I want to say, Look up. Get a life, because he has.
Isn't it ironic? We ignore the ones who adore us, adore the ones who ignore us, love the ones who hurt us, and hurt the ones that love us
I am not loved the way I want to be.
I cannot say that I have gone to hell for your love, but often found myself there in your pursuit.
But no matter how mad I’ve been, I never for one second stopped wanting you here with me.
In every relationship someone is falling deeper than the other.
i am sorry i mistook your body for a flood and drowned in it.
But at midnight you’ll apologize sixty times because it will always be like this. At 1:04 AM I am already sleeping. It’s exhausting loving someone who is constantly running away.
What do you say when you're not enough to make someone stay?
Funny how what kills you is also what you’ll crawl for, across sand, across a lap.
You don’t just stop loving someone because they don’t love you back.
For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.