One-Sided Love Quotes

Unrequited love may be painful, but it is safely painful, because it does not involve inflicting damage on anyone but oneself, a private pain that is as bittersweet as it is self-induced. But as soon as love is reciprocated, one must be prepared to give up the passivity of simply being hurt and take on the responsibility of perpetrating hurt oneself.

Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.

You shouldn't miss someone who don't miss you, right?

I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that never last, however hard you try. And now she's pregnant and in love with a man who'll never love her the way she loves him. It's a series of vicious circles, and the only way to stop it is to find someone who loves you the same. No power struggle. No insecurities. Just friendship. Because you can never be friends with someone if you love them too much.

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

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

He who is himself crossed in love is able from time to time to master his passion, for he is not the creature but the creator of his own misery; and if a lover is unable to control his passion, he at least knows that he is himself to blame for his sufferings. But he who is loved without reciprocating that love is lost beyond redemption, for it is not in his power to set a limit to that other's passion, to keep it within bounds, and the strongest will is reduced to impotence in the face of another's desire.

You can't love someone unless they love you back.

Not to love is in love an infallible means of being loved.

At some point, we have each said through our tears, “I’m suffering for a love that’s 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.

It's an incredible feeling falling in love someone who doesn't know you exist.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.

If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

If you believe in someone enough, and you just don't stop believing in them, mo matter what, no matter how much they push you away, and no matter how often they prove they're only there to use you.

I'll just love you whether you want me to or not.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

Falling in love was a solo act. I knew that, had learned that the hard way. You just jumped and hoped your parachute opened. Sometimes you looked up and saw you were falling by yourself, the object of your desire still on the plane, not interested in jumping, watching you descend into that scary place alone.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

......When one loves, one is only too ready to believe one's love returned.

I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.