Ashley Montagu Quotes

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

When love is suppressed hate takes its place.

I hate you most because you attract, but are not strong enough to pull me to you.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

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.

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

If it weren't the problem of politics for me, it would be another. And yet, sometimes it's so difficult. And I feel sorry for myself. And then hate myself for this feeling of self-pity.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

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

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

The basic formula of all sin is: frustrated or neglected love.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling

Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.

I know very well that I have no reason to feel aggrieved - I am fully aware of how lucky I am, but knowing it and still being down makes me hate myself all the more.

I know that you cannot hate other people without hating yourself.

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

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

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!

The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.