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The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.
She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.
Life has now taught me that love for things, like all unrequited love, takes its toll in the long run.
We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
When unrequited love is the most expensive thing on the menu, sometimes you settle for the daily special.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.
Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.
We will cooperate with whoever is best... as long as they choose us as well. It cannot be merely unrequited love.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
Although love unreturned can drive you to despair, trust that somewhere out there, someone is waiting just for you.
I don't consider devotion to the past a form of snobbery. Just one of the more disastrous forms of unrequited love.
I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.
Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.
If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!
You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs.
You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel.
A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Love is a great poet, its resources are inexhaustible, but if the end it has in view is not obtained, it feels weary and remains silent.
Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.
It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.
But grief is the ultimate unrequited love. However hard and long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels.
Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.
Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
I just like being as romantic as possible. I thrive off unrequited love. I've been in love in one way or another since I was 14. I go full-on in and get obsessive.
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!
In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
If only the strength of the love that people feel when it is reciprocated could be as intense and obsessive as the love we feel when it is not; then marriages would be truly made in heaven.
I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that person-hurting him and not being able to do anything about it.
Love songs in particular are so compelling because love is probably the strongest emotion you can have, and I think it's relatable to absolutely everyone, whether it's unrequited love or love.
The great unrequited love tears open your heart to the beauty of the world, its small rivers and upland meadows. It also makes you kinder to the next hundred thousand persons who cross your path.
The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.
I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it's perfect... As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.
When I'm lonely, frustrated or hurt it usually comes from a male person and from unrequited love. I often carry that pain around with me and my ribs actually start to ache. That's when I sit down and write.