Dionne Warwick Quotes

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

Even if I had stayed she wouldn't have ever wanted me. She didn't want me for anything more than a summer fling. I was a way of moving on for her.

I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.

Rejection kills, disappointment only maims.

Duniya main Larkiyon sey ziadah koi ahmaq nahi hota.. khush fahmi ka aghaaz aur ikhtatam hum par hi hota hai. Sari umar hum mohabbat ki baysaakhiyoN ka intezaar karti rahti hain...Takay Zindagi ki race shuroo karsakain.. Humain mard kay baray main yeh khush fehmi hoti hai kah woh aaiga.. Koi hum sey hamdardi karay tou humain khush fehmi honay lagti hai ... Koi humari taareef karay tou woh humain apni mutthi main Qaid nazar aanay lagta hai... Koi humaray saath waqt guzarat tou humaray hosh o hawas apnay thikanay par nahi rahtay.. hum main MATURITY tab aati hai jab humain REJECT kia jaata hai.

Console yourself by remembering that the world doesn't deserve your affection.

Can I convince the person about whom I'm crazy to be crazy about me? The short answer is no. The long answer is no.

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.

Went from being hated on, to Niggas try to go down the same road I made it on. Aint no love lost but aint no love shown, so now when niggas call i just don not pick up the phone.

How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?" Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.

Really? Was that how you quit me?

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

Ser eyes met his, hers naked with pleading, his remote as mountain lakes under gray skies. She saw in them defeat of her wild dream, her mad desires.

There's nothing you could really avoid about giving yourself to somebody who ultimately rejects you. That's just life.

What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?

He is the straight to video sequel to your summer hit movie. He is the verse to that song on the radio you have to hum cause you can’t remember the words. You couldn’t break this kid’s heart, he is so far beyond that. This is the kind of kid who blew out the candles on hope all alone for too many birthdays to remember. And no one has ever fallen in love with anyone with a smile that’s dripping with “please die”.

‎Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

The saddest day of your life is when you decide to sell out, and nobody wants to buy.

I realized I wasn't going to find a man until I was willing to expose myself to possible harm, to assume the risks of rejection and betrayal and heartbreak that came along with caring about someone. Someday, I promised myself, I would be ready for that kind of risk.

Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.

When you don't have love, it's like there's a party going on, and everybody was invited, except for you. And you just happened to be walking by that house in the rain...