I came hoping to see those eyes, but instead I return with my heart, leaving behind only flowers.
It was all a matter of timing," she says. "My train was late that day. The day I saw you drop your notebook. Had it been on schedule we never would have met. Maybe we were never meant to. It was a pos...
There were books about how to be gay; he'd seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren't any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best friend and not fuc...
It's not the loving that hurts this girl; it's the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - I love y...
Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.
Well, girls always love assholes, said Platt, not bothering to dispute this. Haven't you noticed? No, I thought bleakly, untrue. Else why didn't Pippa love me?
She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But no...
I've enough pride never to let myself love a man who does not love me.
Eternity has a way of letting us all grow up.
The only thing sadder than unrequited love is being in a relationship where there is unrequited love.
Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited love. You ask yourself, How did I get here? What was it about? Was it her smile? Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of...
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.
She could never be part of so much of his turbulent history, his youthful adventure, where life had been deeply felt.
The More Loving OneLooking up at the stars, I know quite wellThat, for all they care, I can go to hell,But on earth indifference is the leastWe have to dread from man or beast.How should we like it we...
She wanted to remind him, whether his family was there or not. She wanted. And wanted. And endured in her wanting: the damp seat, the dry chicken, more champagne, the headache the champagne brought, t...
She could only hold on to her husband with both hands and promise herself that the best way to keep someone was to let him go.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain
Which is worse? Loving someone and not being able to be with them or not loving someone and having to be with them.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict wo...