Lionel Shriver Quotes

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

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

I knew that I could hate him all I wanted for the way he was hurting me, but I couldn’t ever stop loving him, absolutely, for what he was.

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'm weak cause I believe you and I'm mad because I love.

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

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.

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.

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

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.

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?

My only love sprung from my only hate.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?

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

There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.

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.

I would say that I have a love-hate relationship with almost everything in my life, including stand-up.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

I love the attention and I hate the attention, you know? It's not always good for your soul.

'Armor On' explains why I needed armor in the first place. Sonically, you'll hear this battle of, 'I love you, no I don't. I love you, I hate you.' That's what you'll feel. You see the story kind of fight against itself.

In order to love fighting, I have to hate it.