I won't be a substitute for what you cannot have. Especially not if it is my sister's shadow you mean to place me in.

— Kristen Callihan

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?

— Donna Tartt

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

— Mercedes Lackey

There is something strangely ecstatic, oddly fascinating and infinitely magnetic about unrequited love.

— Arshpreet Kaur

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

— Denice Envall

With a snarling face, fangs and blood red eyes, she had lunged at him and secured her mouth to his throat before he had even had time enough to scream. It had been the most terrifying moment of his life. Only two thoughts had occupied his mind; surviving to see Angela again, and the sensation of hearing his own heart beat fade away. Amelia had fed from him for what felt like hours, but that he knew couldn’t have been very long, as Angela never came to see what had become of him. He lay in the dirt, with Amelia hunched over his limp body, with the sound of his own, failing breath in his ears and the bloodthirsty sound of someone sucking out his blood.

— Elaine White

She alone had been blind to his merit. Why? Because he loved her and she did not love him. What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?

— W. Somerset Maugham

I never hated you. My anger was never with you, but with the little hell my heart had put me in. The anger always passed. I never regretted loving you. If I had gone to my grave never kissing you or touching you, I still would not have thought it a wasted love.

— Madeline Hunter

I’d always secretly believed that a love as fierce and true as mine would be rewarded in the end, and now I was being forced to accept the bitter truth.

— Alma Katsu

As so many commitments demand your timeOr your shut-eye important be,Your attraction to me must in some way lack,Such a pity to spend time on thee.

— Charlotte M. Liebel