C. S. Lewis Quotes

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

I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

You want what you can’t have. I see it in your eyes. The pain that fills your nights is because of my pack of lies. I’ve opened up the door for you to walk away. There’s a better path for you even though I want you to stay. I’ve broken the rules, I’ve veered from the path but when I met you I knew to save you was worth the wrath. Let me leave now before it’s too late. Let me leave now before you know what I am and your love becomes hate.

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.

One can fall in love and still hate.

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

All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love, really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... pride, or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness.

it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

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.

Though love and hatred are as opposites as fire and water, yet do they sometimes subsist in the breast together towards the same person; nay by their very opposition and desire to destroy each other, are they strengthened and increased.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

It's because I like you, I don't want to be with you. It's a complicated emotion.

What a man hates, he takes seriously.

You had to hate the Colonel a whole lot to keep from loving him.

Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress.

Sometimes I hate how much I love him But everyday I love him more

I find just as much profit in cultivating my hates as my loves.

Because love has been so perverted, it has in many cases come to involve a measure of hatred.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

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