Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?
I temporarily lost my hope in love, and it was temporary, thank goodness.
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
I'm done with men... I'm going to be alone. I have no luck with relationships. I don't think I'm made for marriage.
There are moments when you love babies, and you're like, "God, they are the reason why we exist." Then they start crying, and you're like "God! Jesus!"
Alas...I too have known love, that ruler of hearts, that soul of our soul: it's never brought me anything except one kiss and twenty kicks in the rump. How could such a beautiful cause produce such an abominable effect on you?
O love-why can't you leave me alone? Which is a rhetorical question meaning: for heaven's sake, don't.
There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.
Some women's love of being loved is insatiable; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can't give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop's license to receive it.
Imagine finding someone you love more than anything in the world, who you would risk your life for but couldn't marry. And you couldn't have that special day the way your friends do-you know, wear the ring on your finger and have it mean the same thing as everybody else. Just put yourself in that person's shoes. It makes me feel sick to my stomach
The best thing about serial drama - especially about screwball comedy - is blocked love.
But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.
You know what makes me mad about 'The Bachelorette?' That, you know, that that chick would get a man. Get me a date.
He loved her because it was his nature to do so, but there were times when he could not endure her love for him. There were times when it became nothing but pure idiot mystery.
A strong egoism is a protection against disease, but in the last resort we must begin to love in order that we may not fall ill, and must fall ill if, in consequence of frustration, we cannot love.
To be in love with someone and be raising a family with someone and want to make that commitment and not be able to is ludicrous, just ludicrous.
Why can’t you just love me? Why can’t you just be in love with me?
The ways of love are strange and hard: The love you want is always barred; The love you have you want to change. The ways of love are hard and strange.
It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.
Men and women can never be close. They can hardly speak to one another in the same language. But are compelled, forever, to try, and therefore even in defeat there is no peace.
My sister is a mess. I love her to death, but she is a mess.
I thought love was more or less a giving thing. Seems the more I gave, the less I got.
Unrequited affection is very painful for the lover, but it can have unexpected, creative consequences.
I used to get painful crushes on really unavailable guys.
How do you bust out of the friend zone? It's a horrible place to be when you end up there unintentionally with someone you have a romantic interest in.
