Kelley Armstrong Quotes

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

There's not much difference between love and hate.

I always believed there's a fine line between love and hate.

One hates a person for the same reason one loves him

Hate and love are very similar emotions. The opposite of love is you don't care.

you have to love something before you can hate it.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

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

Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

Though love and hatred are as opposites as fire and water, yet do they sometimes subsist in the breast together towards the same person; nay by their very opposition and desire to destroy each other, are they strengthened and increased.

We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.

What's love if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get back once lost? What's hate if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get rid of once found?

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.

It's either love or hate with me. People really can hate me.

I don't know that I'm actually bipolar, but I definitely have huge mood swings, and I'm definitely passionate about the way I feel. I'm not really lukewarm one way or the other.

If you have no tragedy, you have no comedy. Crying and laughing are the same emotion. If you laugh too hard, you cry. And vice versa.

Absence cools moderate passions, and inflames violent ones; just as the wind blows out candles, but kindles fires.

As much as you can love someone, is as much as you can hate someone. It goes in equal and opposite directions. Like if you love someone so much and they hurt you so bad, then that is as equal as to how much you can have rage for them.

I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.