Wasted Love Quotes

“All my love gone for nothing. Days of my love, years of my love.”
― Sophocles, Electra

“Never fall in love with stargazers – always with accelerated affection. Their love disappears in the blink of an eye like a shooting star.”
― RSCruz

“No.” The smile had left Sarah’s voice. “He still works for the Basij. Beware of weak men, little sister. He never returned to help, not even to express condolences for Father. Find a strong man. Get a man who will stand up for you, even if it means he has to fight the whole world. There is nothing more dangerous than a weak man.”
― Michael Benzehabe

“Love is all wasted, till it is not tested.
Love is all faded, if it is only tested.”
― Heenashree Khandelwal

“Isn’t it rotten? There isn’t any use my telling you I love you.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

“Wasted time is worse than wasted love.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“How long do you think it’ll be until instead of focusing on the light in front of them, they’ll begin to notice how the dark seems to ebb into their circle of light as thick and slow as spilled molasses. The anticipation of complete darkness will blind them and the light will be wasted. It’s strange when people treasure something more when it’s gone than when they had it.”
― Kelleen Goerlitz, The Complete Works of a Lost Girl

“Love is such a waste: a glass of water, put in front of you at a party. Getting drunk, you’d reach for it, hoping it would do you good, but then you would abuse it as an ashtray at three o'clock in the morning and the next time you would drink from it, it would only taste toxic and make you want to puke.
~ As the moon began to rust”
― Sima B. Moussavian

“Love is such a waste! It’s a glass of water which is put in front of you at a party. Getting drunk, you’d reach for it, hoping it would do you good. But then you’d abuse it as an ashtray at three o'clock in the morning and the next time you would drink from it, it would only taste toxic and make you want to puke.”
― Sima B. Moussavian, As the moon began to rust