Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

Sadness is very close to hate.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.

I think cruelty is just loneliness disguised as bitterness.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

How I hate everything!

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

Hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.

I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.

Toby Zeigler: There's literally no one in the world I don't hate right now.

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.

I hate that you do this to me. I hate how crazy you make me. I hate you! - Wendy

Bitterness is so ugly.

I hate that word dysfunction.

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

I have sadness in me. I have anger in me. I have heartbreak in me.

I was banned when I feel I was at my peak, and anyone in my shoes would feel the same way I did and would also have gone through the whole range of emotions that I did.

I'm pretty sure I don't have any songs that are about how much I love someone. They're all either about, like, 'I hate you,' or 'You make me hate me.'

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

I have mood poisoning. Must be something I hate.

I hate you all because you destroy my dreams!

Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

An insult angers me. Being ignored crushes me.