Unrequited Love

She only said, ‘My life is dreary,

 

Jealousy’s a proof of love, / But ’tis a weak and unavailing medicine; / It puts out the disease and makes it show, / But has no power to cure.

The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.

Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;
Love replused - but it returneth Percy B.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Your sister is crossed in love, I find. I congratulate her. Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.

If there’s delight in love, 'tis when I see / That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.

Ah, love, let us be true / To one another! for the world, which seems / To lie before us like a land of dreams, / So various, so beautiful, so new, / Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, / Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.

My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.

A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

Love is not always blind and there are few things that cause greater wretchedness than to love with all your heart someone who you know is unworthy of love.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

Hell, Madame, is to love no longer.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless thy win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

O, if thou car'st not whom I love / Alas, thou lov’st not me.

No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with a single thread.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

If I love you, what does that matter to you!

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

Unknowe, unkist, and lost, that is unsought.

The drive to knowledge has become too strong for us to be able to want happiness without knowledge or of a strong, firmly rooted delusion; even to imagine such a state of things is painful to us! Restless discovering and divining has such an attraction for us, and has grown as indispensable to us as is to the lover his unrequited love, which he would at no price relinquish for a state of indifference – perhaps,indeed, we too are unrequited lovers.