F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

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

Nobody gets out of love alive. You turn into a menace or a pest when you've been rejected.

Love hurts more than hate.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

I hate the ground that man walks on.

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.

When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

I dropped my phone on the floor and let the pain assail me. I'd given my heart away to someone who didn't want it. Even knowing that, I didn't regret it. I just wanted him to want me. I just wanted him to love me too.

I hate all that don't love me, and slight all that do.

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

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

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

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

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.

I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

I don't remember ever being full of dislike and hatred for people, like some kids I've come across now.

Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.

I never liked you, and I always will.

My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.