Stephen Fry Quotes

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.

I write a lot of songs about being in love, how beautiful women are but I've definitely experienced that other side of love where you're in a situation where you love a girl so much but you just know for a fact that she doesn't love you the same. "Grenade" is the extreme way of saying "I'd do anything for you and why can't I feel you would do the same for me?

It is obviously quite difficult to be no longer loved when we are still in love, but it is incomparably more painful to be loved when we ourselves no longer love.

When the one you love is in love with someone else, don't you know it's torture, I mean it's living hell.

I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.

There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

Some say that one-sided love is better than none, but like half a loaf of bread, it is likely to grow hard and moldy sooner.

The first love is the difficult love.

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.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

At some point, we have each said through our tears, “I’m suffering for a love that’s not worth it.” We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules. But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth.

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

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.

I once loved a girl who almost loved me, but not as much as she loved John Cusack.

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

I'm fortunate in that I don't think I've ever fallen in love with somebody who hasn't fallen in love with me. I actually think it's quite rare that that happens, in a true way.

I receive a lot of letters like yours. Most go on in length, describing all sorts of maddening situations and communications in bewildered detail, but in each there is the same question at its core: Can I convince the person about whom I am crazy to be crazy about me? The short answer is no. The long answer is no.

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.