Anne Rice Quotes

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.

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.

I think that's very sad, that I haven't allowed my heart to be broken. I have broken a few.

True, I am in love with suffering, but I do not know if I deserve the honor.

We put up these facades, of maybe strength of who we are, but inside there's this incredibly broken person.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.

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 hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

And if my mind breaks up In all so many ways I know the meaning of The words, "I love you

When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?

It was beautiful and rare, and you have every right to despise me." She stood pressed to the wall, not moving. "When you came in, I thought 'Send her away.' But I knew that if you went away, I'd run after you. I thought 'I won't say a word.' But I knew that you'd know it before you left. I love you. I know you'd think kindlier of me if I said that I hate you.

I feel confidence in myself, but at the same time there's these cracks in the facade and those little things underneath that are unstable.

I didn't think I was doing anything bad by falling in love.

Everybody's got that split between the beautiful and fragile, the hard and the dark.

Everyone falls in love, everyone gets their heart broken.

I hurt hard and I love hard.

I've said many times that there only two things to write about: love and death. And when you have children, you remember that the world is full of sharp corners and dangerous things, and suddenly you have these small, soft creatures, which you love in almost painful way.

I could come in the gym to train with the boys and they'd think I was alright, but I'd go home and sit there crying.

What the mind cannot accept, the heart can finally never adore.

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.