Jack Kerouac Quotes

Comedy and tragedy are so mixed up in life, Gilbert. The only thing that haunts me is that tale of the two who lived together fifty years and hated each other all that time. I can't believe they really did. Somebody has said that 'hate is only love that has missed its way.' I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other . . . just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you . . . and I think death would show it to them. I'm glad I found out in life.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

There are things that make us choose, on certain days, on certain nights, the opposite of love, in all its variations. But I want to acknowledge that with love and hate it's not simply one or the other. It's at least two, three, four, five different emotions existing at once, side by side, a broad spectrum of things alive.

Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.

Because I'm so big, you have to look at me. I think of myself as a monument. But sometimes I like to feel small.

Expressing and loving myself is often so much more complex than 'out' affords me.

I feel I'm a strange mixture of insecurity and strength. Most of us, probably most people. I'm transferring that same concept to the people I photograph.

Love should be simple, but it's not. Hate should be hard, but it's easy.

Her lie was symptomatic of a certain pride she took in mocking the romantic, in being unsentimental, matter-of-fact, stoic; yet at heart she was the oppo site: idealistic, dreamy, giving, and deeply attached to everything she liked verbally to dismiss as "mushy.

Rejection is a form of self-assertion. You have only to look back upon yourself as a person who hates this or that to discover what it is that you secretly love.

I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.

You are at the same time arrogant and self-loathing. You are a puzzle. But the ancient truth remains: as the light grows dimmer, things begin to become harder to see. I came to love you in time, but I feared the dark side as well. I still do. You have tremendous potential, potential for joy or hate, light or dark, life or death. But in the end, you choose. What a gift, what a joy to witness.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.

When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

You couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate at least something. Indeed, perhaps you couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate almost everything.

To know yourself you have only to set down a true statement of those that ever loved or hated you.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

My family life, my adoption - it could be related to the songs, but I think the songs are deeper than that. They're not just about this experience.

When I tried to grasp at either what I love or what I hate, I destroyed the very ability of being able to really penetrate the essence of either. By trying to understand it, I would just crush it.

I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.