âIâd better put my earrings on, you never know.ââSophie Divry, The Library of Unrequited Love. Highlighted
âIâm doing the same as Jean-Paul. And she called herself a feminist! Oh, the heartache ⌠Martin and this blonde, no it breaks my heart to imagine that he could be in loveââSophie Divry, The Library of Unrequited Love. Highlighted
âThatâs where Iâm contradictory: I like men who are more intelligent than me, but the idea that they might think me stupid paralyses me.ââSophie Divry, The Library of Unrequited Love. Highlighted
âItâs a waste of time, itâs a childish, tiring, stupid way of upsetting yourself. Have you ever noticed what people look like when theyâre in love? They look either ill or stupid.ââSophie Divry, The Library of Unrequited Love. Highlighted
âThe back of the neck is a promise, summing up the whole person through their most intimate feature. Yes, intimate. Itâs the part of your body you can never see yourself.ââSophie Divry, The Library of Unrequited Love. Highlighted
âUnsatisfied desire allows us to imagine we have found the one who will make us whole, because we havenât yet tested the fit. The not yet relationship becomes strangely comfortable, at least compared to the risk of finding out your belovedâs half-self wonât conform to your own.ââLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
ââThe seeker has a confirmation bias, looking for positive signs and discounting the negative ones,â Baumeister said. âIf thereâs ambivalence, itâs going to prolong the hope, because there are enough positives to seize on and overinterpret. The negatives you can brush aside.âââLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
âWhen weâre caught up in unsatisfied desire, we can write the story of our love ... This is fundamentally a creative act, often full of pleasure at first ... yet being together means facing reality, which will probably fall short of the self-centered fantasy.ââLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
âOf course he didnât want to discuss what had just happened. Because nothing had happened. We shook hands. I imagined the rest.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âI wanted a fix. A hit. A tiny little taste of you. Instead, I feel like a spider in an empty web, waiting for vibrations that never come. A single strum on one silk strand would do. A gentle hum in the gossamer. But all is quiet. All is still. And another lonely week looms large.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âhad I not been struck by the upside-down image of my frilly ankle socks, once white, now turning bright red. Like a cartoon animal who doesnât fall until they notice that the ground is gone, the sight of my own blood made me suddenly aware of the searing pain in my heels. I tore off my shiny black shoes and peeled the blood-soaked socks from my feet before righting myself and continuing my search barefoot.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âAnd look, I know how this goes. I know that by the time you get married Iâll have healed enough that I can smile for you too. But this foresight barely makes a dent in the agony of imagining it now. Somehow, each fresh loss feels different, like a maze with shifting walls; I know thereâs a way out, but Iâm fucked if I can find it.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âI read over and over this brief exchange, wringing it dry for hidden meaning. And for the next few hours I rest easy knowing where you are, who youâre with, and that Iâm on your mind.ââHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
âIf you have feelings for someone, and you donât let that person know, youâre lying with your silence. Be direct. It saves so much trouble and regret.ââDerek Sivers, How to Live. Highlighted
âProjecting perfection onto someone is not love. You say âI love youâ but really mean âI love thisâ.ââDerek Sivers, How to Live. Highlighted