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

At the time I thought this was my big chance for love, that I was going something very romantic and important, but looking back on it now, it all seems part of a very simple equation: I left the house where I lived with someone who loved me to go to the house of someone who did not love me at all.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Being in love with someone who doesn't even know you exist isn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, it's quite the oppostie. Almost like passing in a term paper that you know sucked, but having that period of time where you haven't gotten your grade back yet -- that kind of exhale where you haven't been rejected, although you pretty much know how it's going to turn out.