Unreciprocated Affection Quotes

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

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?

Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that never last, however hard you try. And now she's pregnant and in love with a man who'll never love her the way she loves him. It's a series of vicious circles, and the only way to stop it is to find someone who loves you the same. No power struggle. No insecurities. Just friendship. Because you can never be friends with someone if you love them too much.

The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned.

People who can't kiss had everything given to them.

The joy that isn't shared dies young.

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

..still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love.

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

He who is himself crossed in love is able from time to time to master his passion, for he is not the creature but the creator of his own misery; and if a lover is unable to control his passion, he at least knows that he is himself to blame for his sufferings. But he who is loved without reciprocating that love is lost beyond redemption, for it is not in his power to set a limit to that other's passion, to keep it within bounds, and the strongest will is reduced to impotence in the face of another's desire.

You either have to sing about being scorned by a lover or sing about thinking a boy is cute and wanting him to notice you. That's about as edgy as you can get.

Not to love is in love an infallible means of being loved.

At some point, we have each said through our tears, “I’m suffering for a love that’s not worth it.” We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules. But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth.

My wife sent her photograph to the lonely hearts club. They sent it back, said they weren't that lonely.

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

I really never stopped thinking about Ellen, because I just haven't felt that kind of energy with anyone in my life.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

He has so often told me he is madly in love with me, but what does that mean when I haven't had a good word from him in three months?

I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else.

It's like you wanting to marry Miss World and she doesn't want you, what can I do about it? I can try to help you, but if she does not want to marry you what can I do?

There's a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there's no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.