romantic despair Quotes

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

I would rather die then try to live without you”, “May you always love me and want me but never have me”, “May you never love anyone but me”.

The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.

November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.

Love Songs Now: Fewer broken hearts, more sexual misery.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.

O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.

Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what's still worse, love any woman in the world but her.

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

ʺYour hair was beautiful too. All of you. You were amazing when we first met, and somehow, inexplicably, youʹve come even farther. Youʹve always been pure, raw energy, and now you control it. Youʹre the most amazing woman Iʹve ever met, and Iʹm glad to have had that love for you in my life. I regret losing it.ʺ He grew pensive. ʺI would give anything—anything—in the world to go back and change history. To run into your arms after Lissa brought me back. To have a life with you. Itʹs too late, of course, but Iʹve accepted it.ʺ

Then I fell in love and everything went to hell.

Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.