Henry Rollins Quotes

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

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

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

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

Hate is love looking for itself everyplace but where love is.

You know why you hate me so much, Jeffery? Because I look the way you feel.

Hell is in the here and now. So is Heaven. Quit worrying about hell or dreaming about heaven, as they are both present inside us this very moment. Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven. Every time we hate, envy, or fight someone, we tumble straight into the fires of hell.

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.

Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.

I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.

When all the stars were falling, they fell from above, and I thought of hate, and I thought of hate, and then I thought of love.

Shame is the shadow of love.

In every one of us there are good seeds and bad. We have the seed of brotherhood, love, compassion, insight. But we have also the seed of anger, hate, dissent.

it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

In a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering was shameful, disgusting, as if pain were a crime. Who can judge another man's suffering?

Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

I do like to hit people-I like the explosion of power and energy, and the feeling that I am untouchable because I can hurt people. But I hate that part of myself, because it is the part of me that is the most broken

Love is self deception. I am a living creature. Hate is only self love. I am a double feature.

Resistance is directly proportional to love. If you’re feeling massive Resistance, the good news is, it means there’s tremendous love there too. If you didn’t love the project that is terrifying you, you wouldn’t feel anything. The opposite of love isn’t hate; it’s indifference.

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.

I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.

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