Unrequited Yearning Quotes

Often, the thing we pursue most passionately is but a substitute for the one thing we really want and cannot have.

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

I've never had my heart broken.

I've never had my heart broken. It's a very sad state of affairs. I think everybody should have their heart broken. I don't think it says anything good about me at all.

I think there's nothing more painful for anyone than unrequited love. If you've ever had that kind of physical access to someone and then, all of a sudden, that is denied, and yet you're still in love with that person, it's very, very, very painful to be around that person in a certain way.

I think every girl has that a guy she has trouble letting go of.

I was super brainy and a proper geek at school, but there would always be a boy. But that sort of obsession did turn me into a songwriter. My writing has always come from that feeling of infatuation.

When a young man complains that a young lady has no heart, it's pretty certain that she has his.

I'm kind of unlucky in love and I have, for some reason, always fallen for the straight guy.

I have this sense of independent heartbreak, of annulling romances before they get their feet off the ground.

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.

To be in love with Debo Devonshire is hardly a distinction.

He painted me when I was young because he was in love with me, but now that he has loved me he doesn't paint me anymore.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

This is what it feels like to care about someone who doesn't feel the same. I'd only known how it felt to love someone who loved me just as fiercely. I'd never known rejection. I'd never wanted someone who didn't want me. The longing didn't go away with rejection.

I wrote a staggeringly bad poem when I was 19 after a girlfriend dumped me. I seem to remember comparing her to a tarantula. It was all very E. J. Thribb of me.

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

I don't remember having a crush on a boy when I was a girl. I don't even remember my first kiss.

I always had a sort of niggling regret that we didn't come do stuff in America.

I never get the girl. I wind up with a country instead.

Men mourn for what they have lost; women for what they ain't got.

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.