Lisa Unger Quotes

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it.

I saw the way she was looking at you, and I knew that she still loved you. More than that, I know she always will. It breaks my heart, but you know what? I'm still in love with her, and to me that means that I want nothing more than for her to be happy in life. I want that more than anything. It's all I've ever wanted for her.

No one will ever love you as much as I do. Why isn't love enough?

Though you treat me badly, I love you madly.

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back.

When you are with the wrong person, who doesn't really love you, all you want is to be adored. It makes you more inward and needy. Gross.

Falling in love is the best way to kill your heart because then it's not yours anymore. It's laid in a coffin, waiting to be cremated.

You can't go on telling, 'I am in love.'

To me, the best writing points to something literal or common but is also nuanced: The moment when somebody is telling you they love you while simultaneously disappointing you. Everybody's experienced that.

Love isn't always pretty, it's not perfect and it's messy and it hurts and sometimes as much as you want to say you love someone, you have to say I wish I didn't love you.

Everyone falls in love, everyone gets their heart broken.

When I think of love, I think of pain and not joy. I know that is not the way it's supposed to be but it has been that way for me.

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

Then you think that one can keep a hopeless love in one's heart for so long as that?...And that life can breathe upon it every day, without extinguishing it?

You can love someone with all your heart for all the right reasons, and in a moment they can choose to walk away. love 'em anyway.

I can't love you unless I give you up.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

The real practice of love goes beyond satisfaction and dissatisfaction. Wallowing in pleasure can be just as limiting as wallowing in pain if you don't open your heart beyond the satisfaction of your personal emotional needs.

Perhaps love's greatest gift--that it is indeed unconditional--is also its greatest curse.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.

I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you, I couldn't.

Love, known to the person by whom it is inspired, becomes more bearable.

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.