John Webster Quotes

I wanted him to love me, and I'm quite sure that he didn't.

I always think the most romantic books or films are the ones where the romance doesn't happen, because it makes your heart ache so much watching it.

I need you more than he did. I don't expect you to love me as you did him.

it is forbidden to love where we are not loved

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

I dropped my phone on the floor and let the pain assail me. I'd given my heart away to someone who didn't want it. Even knowing that, I didn't regret it. I just wanted him to want me. I just wanted him to love me too.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

it just breaks / a man's heart, watching / a girl so involved with her life, / without him like that.

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

In my youth and comparative inexperience I had always regarded the yearning and pangs of love as the worst torture that could afflict the human heart. At this moment, however, I began to realize that there was another and perhaps grimmer torture than that of longing and desiring: that of being loved against one's will and of being unable to defend oneself against the urgency of another's passion; of seeing another human being seared by the flame of her desire and of having to look impotently, lacking the power, the capacity, the strength to pluck her from the flames.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.

The song Venus de Milo, the whole subject of it is Love is a drug.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

When you are desperate to get someone who isn't all that interested in you, you lay siege as hard as you can.

When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.

When I was growing up in the theater there were all these amazing girls telling me about the guy who broke their heart. And I was always wishing that it was me.

As you stopped to say hello, oh, you wished me well, you couldn't tell that I'd been crying over you.

We were both in love with him. I fell out of love with him, but he didn't.

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be.

We've all had that fear, that despair of losing someone, or this fierce desire because it's not reciprocated. The less reciprocation there is, the more desire we have.

The crime of loving is forgetting.