unrequited-love

And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain

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

Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.

Dear Matthew-There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to each other. But I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.

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

With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

We can stick anything into the fogand make it look like a ghostbut tonightlet us not become tragedies.We are not funeral homeswith propane tanks in our windows,lookin_ like cemeteries.Cemeteries are just the Earth__ way of not letting go.Let go.Tonightlet__ turn our silly wrists so far backwardsthe razor blades in our pencil tipscan__ get a good angle on all that beauty inside.Step into thiswith your airplane parts.Move forwardand repeat after me with your heart:__ no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.__ake love to melike you know I am betterthan the worst thing I ever did.Go slow.I__ new to this.But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftopwithout jumping.I have realizedthat the moondid not have to be full for us to love it,that we are not tragediesstranded here beneath it,that if my heartreally brokeevery time I fell from loveI__ be able to offer you confetti by now.But hearts don__ break,y__ll,they bruise and get better.We were never tragedies.We were emergencies.You call 9 _ 1 _ 1.Tell them I__ having a fantastic time.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Dr. Juvenal Urbino noticed it as soon as he entered the still darkened house where he had hurried on an urgent call to attend a case that for him had lost all urgency many years before.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Dr. Juvenal Urbino noticed is as soon as he entered the still darkened house where he has hurried on an urgent call to attend a case that for him had lost all urgency many years before. The Antillean refugee Jeremiah de Saint-Amour, disabled war veteran, photographer of children, and his most sympathetic opponent in chess, had escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide.

The closer he was the less confident I was.

When I talk about unrequited love, most of you probably think about romantic love, but there are many other kinds of love that are not adequately returned, if they are returned at all. An angry adolescent may not love her mother back as her mother loves her; an abusive father doesn't return the innocent open love of his young child. But grief is the ultimate unrequieted love. However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heard why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt no joy and saw no hope and could not remember my old feelings. Then I lived by faith alone, faith without hope.What good did I get from it? I got to have love in my heart.

All of us have had this experience. At some point, we have each said through our tears, ____ suffering for a love that__ 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. The more we love, the closer we come to spiritual experience. Those who are truly enlightened, those whose souls are illuminated by love, have been able to overcome all of the inhibitions and preconceptions of their era. They have been able to sing, to laugh, and to pray out loud; they have danced and shared what Saint Paul called __he madness of saintliness._ They have been joyful__ecause those who love conquer the world and have no fear of loss. True love is an act of total surrender.

Love, no matter how high or low its form, must be requited, or the lover suffers.

Unrequited love is the only emotion that allows sane people to taste the __ife sentence_ of someone with bipolar disorder. The longer they hang onto a lost cause the more unstable they look to everyone else. They contradict their own belief systems and statements, by circling the drain with two competing emotions__ove and hate.

He thought that fat boys were probably only allowed to love pretty girls inside. If he told anyone how he felt (not that he had anyone to tell), that person would probably laugh until he had a heart-attack.

Like most cities, London could be a lonely place...