Joyce Carol Oates Quotes

I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress.

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.

Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

You will never go wrong in concluding that a man has once loved deeply whatever he hates, and loves it yet; that he once admired and still admires what he scorns, that he once greedily desired what now disgusts him.

Oftentimes we love the thing we hate and vice versa.

'The Simpsons' is about alienation and the ambivalence of living with a family who you love but who drive you completely crazy.

There is love there. And then there's times when I can't even stomach Simon. You don't have to sit next to him. That's all I have to say.

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.

There's not much difference between love and hate.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

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

I loved feeling special. I hated feeling special.

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 hate you!” I screamed at Fang. Tucking my wings in, I aimed downward, diving toward the ground at more than two hundred miles an hour. “No you dooonnn’t!” Fang’s voice spiraled away into nothingness, far above me. Inside my head, almost drowned out by the roar of wind rushing by my ears, I heard the Voice make a tsking sound. You guys are crazy about each other, it said.

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

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 love America, but I don't like it.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

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.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.