Anais Nin Quotes

It's either love or hate with me. People really can hate me.

As great enmities spring from great friendships, and mortal distempers from vigorous health, so do the most surprising and the wildest frenzies from the high and lively agitations of our souls.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

I always believed there's a fine line between love and hate.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

Hot hate is twin brother to hot love.

We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.

The passion is my favorite part of the city [Philadelphia]. You go from 'we love you' to 'we hate you' back to 'you walk on water.' You're driving, and somebody might wave or somebody might flip you off.

What's love if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get back once lost? What's hate if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get rid of once found?

We rarely just hate people or love people. Normally, the people we have moments of the most impassioned hate for, it's because we love them so much.

I love life. I love life to death.

Don't do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.

There's not much difference between love and hate.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

I don't know that I'm actually bipolar, but I definitely have huge mood swings, and I'm definitely passionate about the way I feel. I'm not really lukewarm one way or the other.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.

I don't think of marriage as the drudge work that a lot of sitcoms and movies might have shown it to be, I think it's more deadly murderous rage, unadulterated passion, soul-crushing purgatorial dread... It's more interesting.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

There are moments when our passions speak and decide for us ... like a fire kindled within our being to which everything else in us is mere fuel.

Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.

Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate'er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.

I wouldn't say that my emotions are extreme. I'd say they are committed. My moods are the equivalent of Madonna's dancing: inappropriate but all-out. If I'm going to be sad, I might as well be the saddest a girl can get. And if I'm happy, I want to be the happiest. The trouble is, I feel highs so ecstatic that just being normal feels like a thousand-mile drop and being unhappy is excruciating.