Paula McLain Quotes

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.

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.

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.

Sometimes I hate how much I love him But everyday I love him more

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.

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

I don't like you, but I love you.

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand." - Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

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

I loved my mother, but I don't like her.

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.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.

God, I hate my family, these people I never chose to love, but love all the same.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

There's a million reasons why I should give you up. But the heart wants what it wants.

Pills n potions.. We're overdosin.. I'm angry but I still love you

I'm not really sure why. But... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger... and I still loved her. I still do.

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

You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.

here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.

He's a mean, mean man, but I love him all I can.