Mitchell Hurwitz Quotes

The Green-eyed Monster causes much woe, but the absence of this ugly serpent argues the presence of a corpse whose name is Eros.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

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

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

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

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

Hatred is a disguised form of love. You can only hate someone whom you really wish to love, because if you were totally indifferent to that person, you could not even get up enough energy to hate him.

Jealousy seems the absolute reversal of love. It is the swinging from the sunny warmth of the Equator to the frigid cold of the North Pole.

Hatred is love frustrated.

It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

This thing called love was a total mystery to me, but the vagaries of passion and despair that accompanied each devotion kept my life in high drama.

Girl trouble, for me, is when you fall in love.

Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.

Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.

I love the way you love, but I hate the way I'm supposed to love you back.

Envy and hatred go together. Mutually strengthened by the fact pursue the same object.

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind

Hatred is active displeasure, envy passive. We need not wonder that envy turns to soon to hatred.

He shrank from hearing Margaret's very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her--while he was jealous of her--while he renounced her--he loved her sorely, in spite of himself.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

No tears to damn you when jealousy burns.