Category Archives: Quotes

Anais Nin say love never dies a natural death…

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Attempted Love

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” – … Continue reading →

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Stephen Chbosky says we accept the love…

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Attempted Love

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”  – Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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Andre Gide says it is better to be hated for what you are…

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Attempted Love

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” – Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves

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Nicole Krauss says once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl…

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Attempted Love

“Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered, and everything … Continue reading →

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Lucinda Williams says there’s so many other things to write about…

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Attempted Love

“There’s so many other things to write about than unrequited love.” – Lucinda Williams

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Sigmund Freud says we are never so defenseless against suffering…

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Attempted Love

“We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.” – Sigmund Freud

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Gabriel Garcia Marquez writes about his infinite capacity for illusion…

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Attempted Love

“But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.” – Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

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