Unrequited Quotations

When I was a kid, I knew the black and white version of 'Jane Eyre,' and I guess I became interested in the idea of romantic love - of unrequited love and the tragedies of that; of what are the important things in life; what should one value over other materials.

On the streets, unrequited love and death go together almost as often as in Shakespeare.

Some Western demographers have posited, due to the female shortage created by the one-child policy, that China will be forced to field a vast force - as in tens of millions strong - of wifeless men who'll gladly wage wars around the planet to burn off all those unrequited hormones.

People do incredible things for love, particularly for unrequited love.

I think one of the most poignant things is unrequited love and loneliness.

Theres so many other things to write about than unrequited love.

I went to the University of Vermont because I had a kind of unrequited love for this high school girlfriend. She wasn't even at the University but at another school nearby. But I thought if went to a school near her, just maybe... I was really remedial about girls in so many ways.

With 'Futurama,' I wanted to do unrequited love, and David Cohen agreed, and although our original plan was never to have Fry and Leela get together, we finally just said, 'You can only string the fans along so far.'

On himself: 'I am a specialist in unrequited love' (mentioned to the audience at the Austin concert)

It’s a song about first relationships and letting go. It’s very rare for a relationship to withstand the Earth’s gravitational pull and where it’s going to take people and how they’re going to grow. I’ve heard it said that you can’t really have a true love unless it was a love unrequited. It’s a harsh one, because then your truest one is the one you can’t have forever.

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

Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every soul, lurks JEALOUSY. Jealousy, that most demeaning and debilitating of emotions. Jealousy, which can double the strength of the love upon which it is based, but whilst doubling it, warp and pervert it, untill it is no longer recognizable as the thing of beauty it once was. Jealous love is no more like true love than Mr Hyde was like Dr Jekyll or a stagnant swamp is like a freshwater lake.

I wrote my first novel in eighth grade for a boy named Kenny on whom I had an unrequited crush and who sat behind me in social studies.

November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.

It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

I had never wanted to be one of those girls in love with boys who would not have me. Unrequited love - plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing - turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would never miss. Unrequited love was deciding to be useless, and I could never abide uselessness. Neither could James. He understood. In such situations, you do one of two things - you either walk away and deny yourself, or you do sneaky things to get what you need. You attend weddings, you go for walks. You say, yes. Yes, you're my best friend, too.

Unrequited love–plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing–turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would never miss. Unrequited love was deciding to be useless, and I could never abide uselessness.

Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

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

My encounter with another world and another culture and the beginnings of an attachment to them had set up an irritation, barely perceptible but incurable-rather like unrequited love, like a symptom of the hopelessness of trying to grasp what is boundless, or unite what cannot be joined; a reminder of how finite, how curtailed, our experience on earth must be

The great thing about unrequited love is it's the only kind that lasts.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

No-one wants to hear anything spoken in earnest anymore, unless it happens to involve unrequited, teenage love.

Church of painful love - unfulfilled,unrequited & unattained

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

Unrequited affection is very painful for the lover, but it can have unexpected, creative consequences.

Ay, go to the grave of buried love and meditate! There settle the account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited - every past endearment unregarded, of that departed being, who can never, never, never return to be soothed by thy contr

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

It's a sweeping Western with tough cowboys, telling a time-tested love story that's simply about unrequited feelings. On the other hand, it shows two men having intercourse, which is a first for a mainstream Hollywood film. That's what has people talking.

This unrequited love, to me it's nothing but a one-man cult/And cyanide in my styrofoam cup

Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.

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

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

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.

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 they're dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I'll always feel like I'm alive.

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.

I had to get over [him]. For months now, a stone had been sitting on my heart. I'd shed a lot of tears over [him], lost a lot of sleep, eaten a lot of cake batter. Somehow, I had to move on. [Life] would be hell if I didn't shake loose from the grip he had on my heart. I most definitely didn't want to keep feeling this way, alone in a love affair meant for two. Even if he'd felt like The One. Even if I'd always thought we'd end up together. Even if he still had a choke chain on my heart.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

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

All love is unrequited. All of it.

Unrequited love is all right in books and things, but in real life, it completely sucks

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always cost more.

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

Unrequited love's a bore.

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 thinking would be the most foolish thing in the world; and had met with exactly the consequences which, in these wise moods, he had always foretold were certain to follow, if he ever did make such a fool of himself.

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

Unrequited love," I'd say. He'd look at me sideways in that cunning way he did and say, "what about it?" and I'd reply, "it's not your color." Pithy. Just to show him that I'd noticed. Or maybe I'd show myself to her and say, "Guess I'm not the only one who uses humans around here." And then I'd summon some of Owain's hounds to chew off the bottom bits of her legs. Then she wouldn't fit just right into his arms. She'd be too short. It'd be like hugging a midget. Nuala- pg. 75

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

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.

Unrequited love is always a great thing.

Powerful women always interpret hostility as unrequited love.

You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs.

I don't consider devotion to the past a form of snobbery. Just one of the more disastrous forms of unrequited love.

To know the piano is to know the universe. To master the piano is to master the universe. The spectrum of piano sound acts as a prism through which all musical and non-musical sounds may be filtered. The grunts of sheep, the braying of mules, the popping of champagne corks, the sighs of unrequited love, not to mention the full lexicon of sounds available to all other instruments-including whistles, scrapes, bleatings, caresses, thuds, hoots, plus sweet and sour pluckings-fall within the sovereignty of this most bare and dissembling chameleon.

Canada has little pictures of us in its bedroom, right? Canada spends all of its time thinking about the United States, obsessing over the United States. It's unrequited love between Canada and the United States.

Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!

I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it's perfect... As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.

Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.

How many young men, in all previous times of unprecedented steadiness, had turned suddenly wild and wicked for the same reason, and, in an ecstasy of unrequited love, taken to wrench off door-knockers, and invert the boxes of rheumatic watchmen!

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Yet, if God wills that (this war) continue, until all the wealth piled by the bond-man's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash, shall be repaid by another drawn with the sword,

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

I do not now begin,--I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad...

The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.

Stop giving energy to the things you don't want.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

The only love that lasts is unrequited love.