Suzanne Collins Quotes

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

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

I'm a Gemini, so I'm very dual. I love something and I hate it at the same time, so that probably comes out in the lyrics.

I think it's fun to love-to-hate people.

We're kind of wishing some parents would come back. And of course we're uneasy about the fact that we wish they'd come back - I mean, what's wrong with us?

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

The satirist is prevented by repulsion from gaining a better knowledge of the world he is attracted to, yet he is forced by attraction to concern himself with the world that repels him.

The philosophy of the common man is an old wife that gives him no pleasure, yet he cannot live without her, and resents any aspersions that strangers may cast on her character.

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

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

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

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

It was troubling that one of the few people she trusted was a man she spent so much time avoiding

I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.

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

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

The more I think of you, the less I think of you.

I like mountains, always have done. Big obstinate bits of rock sticking up where they're not wanted and getting in folk's way. Great. Climbing them is a different matter altogether though. I hate that.

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

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.

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

great. now i was starting to get jealous of myself.