They were not friends. They didn’t know each other. It struck Tom like a horrible truth, true for all time, true for the people he had known in the past and for those he would know in the future: each had stood and would stand before him, and he would know time and time again that he would never know them, and the worst was that there would always be the illusion, for a time, that he did know them, and that he and they were completely in harmony and alike. For an instant the wordless shock of his realization seemed more than he could bear.
Patricia Highsmith, The Talented Mr. Ripley (via misswallflower)
Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister