Sybil Adelman famous quotes

Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited love. You ask yourself, How did I get here? What was it about? Was it her smile? Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle, the poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists? What are these elusive and ephemeral things that ignite passion in the human heart? That's an age-old question. It's perfect food for thought on a bright midsummer's night.
-- Sybil Adelman

#Love You #Heart #Unrequited Love

Obsessions and fixations are not really my field. All I know, when the mind really grabs hold of something, look out.
-- Sybil Adelman

#Mind #Looks #Fields

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.
-- Sybil Adelman

#Love #Thinking #Make You Think

I used to worry about losing my husband to another woman. Now, I'm more afraid of losing my nanny to another woman.
-- Sybil Adelman

#Husband #Worry #Nannies

When a fan comes up to you and says I love your music, there’s nothing better than that.

There is someone out there that will love you.They'll want you for you.Don't settle for less.Life is short and I'm tired of wasting it

A divided heart loses both worlds.

Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised I'd throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted stiff and dry: 'Farewell,' said you, 'forget me.' 'Fare well, I will,' said I. If e'er, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone shading The heart you have not stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.' But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, `The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.

November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

Unrequited love–plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing–turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would never miss. Unrequited love was deciding to be useless, and I could never abide uselessness.

For me, a place unvisited is like an unrequited love. A dull ache that- try as you might to think it away, to convince yourself that she really wasn't the right country for you- just won't leave you in peace.