Myrtle Reed Quotes

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

Men do very little from love, a great deal from hate, most of all from indifference.

If I'm hated, so what? If I'm loved, so what?

...the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn. If somebody hates me, they must "feel" something ... or they couldn't possibly hate. Therefore, there's some way in which I can get to them.

Being a stranger was like being dead, and brought to mind how, in a book he had read that most folks misunderstood one common state: The flip side of love is indifference, not hate.

Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.

My big struggle is how people can not care, erase, not remember.

Hatred is a disguised form of love. You can only hate someone whom you really wish to love, because if you were totally indifferent to that person, you could not even get up enough energy to hate him.

There is a stage you reach, Deagle thinks, a time somewhere in early middle age, when your past ceases to be about yourself. Your connection to your former life is like a dream or delirium, and that person who you once were is merely a fond acquaintance, or a beloved character from a storybook. This is how memory becomes nostalgia. They are two very different things - the same way that a person is different from a photograph of a person.

Indifference is more truly the opposite of love than hate is, for we can both love and hate the same person at the same time, but we cannot both love and be indifferent to the same person at the same time.

Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don't stand a chance against it.

The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.

The opposite of love is indifference, and the opposite of happiness is boredom.

Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It's the indifference I don't know how to process.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

Indifference elicits no response. Indifference is not a response. Indifference is not a beginning; it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor - never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten.

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

You must try, the voice said, to become colder. I understood at once. It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, braced in stone. Only something heartless could bear the full weight.

Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

Love may turn to indifference with possession.

Hot hate is twin brother to hot love.

I am now convinced that I have never been much in love; for had I really experienced that pure and elevating passion, I should at present detest his very name, and wish him all manner of evil. But my feelings are not only cordial towards him; they are even impartial towards her. I cannot find out that I hate her at all, or that I am in the least unwilling to think her a very good sort of girl. There can be no love in all this.