The utmost we dare expect is tolerance… Love for love we cannot get… We are therefore too often goaded into insane acts by the mere discord between our desires and their dearly beloved objects… by the impossible cul-de-sac into which nature has driven our sexual instincts and the rebellion of the aspiring spirit
John Addington Symonds
We hoped, we dreamed, and nightly we prayed
That they might not spit at us in the street
Perhaps even nod as we pass by,
Or even turn away without a frown.
More than that I do not dare to dream for;
I know I am a sin, I am depraved.
I hope you like this quote – it caused two more poems.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic