All love ends in loss: of connection, of contact, of life. But a life lived longing for love unrequited is a life lived in misery and strife.
For love to endure, it must be often felt & rarely spoken, as words are unnecessary at best. What purpose have they such a force to convey, whose power too great to be verbally expressed?
So better is love to give but not seek, than to seek never learning how to give. And better it is to live but not speak, than to speak love that is never truly lived.