The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.
Hatred is love frustrated.
Missing you? I could cheerfully murder you.
It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.
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.
Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the heights of love's rare universe, Are chains of lead around its flight of fire-- I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire.
I'd love to do a rom-com. I'd love to be a lover. I'm sure I could be a great lover. I never get to kiss the girl, that's for sure. I just bite them.
When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.
Every film I've made has a kind of frustrated love story in the center of it. They were people who saw life from opposing points of view, which has been in every film I've ever done. It had all the ingredients of the kinds of films I like to do.
Cole, who had kissed me. Cole, who had refused to discuss it afterwards. Okay, fine. I had refused. Cole, who was driving me flipping crazy.
The basic formula of all sin is: frustrated or neglected love.
I'm of the belief that dating "potential" is almost always an exercise in frustration.
