Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Unrequited Quotations

I do not now begin,--I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad...

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.