Unshared Emotions Quotes

The joy that isn't shared dies young.

If the club was empty, I sang to the chairs.

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

I've never had my heart broken.

You can always write a song about people who are in love, but they're in love, so they're happy; they don't need you. But the people that I try to worry about are the ones who don't have anyone to give chocolate to, and the girl who doesn't have flowers coming to her.

There is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.

I don't claim to have led a saintly life. There have been a lot of one-sided love stories in my life.

Lonely people, in talking to each other, can make each other lonelier.

The reason for evil in the world is that people are not able to tell their stories.

Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.

Do you know what it's like to love and be alone?

Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.

Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.

There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

You experience life alone, you can be as intimate with another as much as you like, but there has to be always a part of you and your existence that is incommunicable; you die alone, the experience is yours alone, you might have a dozen spectators who love you, but your isolation, from birth to death, is never fully penetrated.

All love is unrequited. All of it.

A friendship that can be ended / didn't ever start

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

Well, my book is written-let it go. But if it were only to write over again there wouldn't be so many things left out. They burn in me; and they keep multiplying; but now they can't ever be said. And besides, they would require a library-and a pen warmed up in hell.