Iād better put my earrings on, you never know.āSophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Iām doing the same as Jean-Paul. And she called herself a feminist! Oh, the heartache ā¦ Martin and this blonde, no it breaks my heart to imagine that he could be in loveāSophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Thatās where Iām contradictory: I like men who are more intelligent than me, but the idea that they might think me stupid paralyses me.āSophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Itās a waste of time, itās a childish, tiring, stupid way of upsetting yourself. Have you ever noticed what people look like when theyāre in love? They look either ill or stupid.āSophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
The back of the neck is a promise, summing up the whole person through their most intimate feature. Yes, intimate. Itās the part of your body you can never see yourself.āSophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Unsatisfied desire allows us to imagine we have found the one who will make us whole, because we havenāt yet tested the fit. The not yet relationship becomes strangely comfortable, at least compared to the risk of finding out your belovedās half-self wonāt conform to your own.āLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
āThe seeker has a confirmation bias, looking for positive signs and discounting the negative ones,ā Baumeister said. āIf thereās ambivalence, itās going to prolong the hope, because there are enough positives to seize on and overinterpret. The negatives you can brush aside.āāLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
When weāre 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.āLisa A. Phillips, Unrequited. Highlighted
Of course he didnāt want to discuss what had just happened. Because nothing had happened. We shook hands. I imagined the rest.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
I 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.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
had 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 doesnāt 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.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
And look, I know how this goes. I know that by the time you get married Iāll 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 thereās a way out, but Iām fucked if I can find it.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
I 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 youāre with, and that Iām on your mind.āHazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
If you have feelings for someone, and you donāt let that person know, youāre lying with your silence. Be direct. It saves so much trouble and regret.āDerek Sivers, How to Live. Highlighted
Projecting perfection onto someone is not love. You say āI love youā but really mean āI love thisā.āDerek Sivers, How to Live. Highlighted