Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes

As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.

You know what, rip me off once, shame on me. But twice? I'm coming after you and taking back what's mine.

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

Instead of a man of peace and love, I have become a man of violence and revenge.

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

It is human nature to hate the man whom you have hurt.

Does my character hate Bree? Well, let's just put it this way. Bree hasn't seen the last of me. I gave that drunk gal a ride home a few episodes ago and she turned on me!

A good servant makes a bad enemy

GFY' is about the thin line between love and hate. It's about statements that are said out of anger that unfortunately cannot be taken back.

I think revenge is an extremely potent and powerful weapon, and hatred is more powerful sometimes than love.

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,'Aubrey. I will avenge this scar and every scar you have put into my heart. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)

Why can't I solve this problem by killing someone? she though petulantly, then comforted herself with the mantra that had kept her going in prison: "Soon all the humans will be dead," she said, droning in the time-honored fashion of gurus everywhere. "And then Opal will be loved." And even if I'm not loved, she thought, at least all the humans will be dead.

Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends might look to me for help. Finally she looked at me. Her eyes were hard, but she'd let no tears fall. "This is where we blame those who are responsible, Cooper, she told me, her voice very soft. "The colemongers, and the bought Dogs at Tradesmen's kennel. We'll leave an offering for him with the Black God when all this is done, and we'll occupy ourselves with tearing these colemongers apart. all right? We put grief aside for now.

You can quickly go from having passion and love to passion and hate when an act of betrayal happens.

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

I thought you were dead. Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.