Rupert Brooke Quotes

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

One can fall in love and still hate.

I'm filled with a new joy mixed with old grief.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

I've always been drawn to discomfort and that limbo of unease you get between comedy and tragedy.

I'm definitely a fan of juxtaposition. Using the most beautiful line to say the most horrific thing - I think one of the main things in songwriting is definitely friction between the words and the melody.

When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy, one has a success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, it's just wonderful.

I want people to be ecstatic but to cry at the same time.

It's a weird sensation to be mad and learning at the same time.

That's what sort of fascinates me - what's funny as well as what's sad.

Life is like that: you need ups and downs for it to be interesting.

It's lovely. I hate it.

a joy that hurts with sadness a sadness that is pleasurable a pleasure full of terror a terror that excites an excitement that calms a calmness that frightens.

I happen to like things that are funny and dramatic at the same time. I don't see the difference.

It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish's nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.

I have so much hate that it has turned into love.

It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

Oh, well...up until now it had been a good day, in a horrible kind of way.

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

War is hell, but that's not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead.

You couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate at least something. Indeed, perhaps you couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate almost everything.

I'm the happiest the saddest guy in the world can be.

Comedy and tragedy are so mixed up in life, Gilbert. The only thing that haunts me is that tale of the two who lived together fifty years and hated each other all that time. I can't believe they really did. Somebody has said that 'hate is only love that has missed its way.' I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other . . . just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you . . . and I think death would show it to them. I'm glad I found out in life.

But Mike was like a Bjork song-all happy and giddy and fun on the surface, but bubbling with turmoil and pain underneath.