Unrequited Love

I love everything about you. Your lips, your eyes, your voice. The only thing I can’t stand is you.

Sacrificing your happiness for the happiness of the one you love, is by far, the truest type of love.

Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

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.

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

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

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.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love.

It were all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it, he is so above me.

Unknowe, unkist, and lost, that is unsought.