Virginia Woolf Quotes

The opposite of love is fear, not hate.

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

If we are to feel the positive feelings of love, happiness, trust, and gratitude, we periodically also have to feel anger, sadness, fear, and sorrow.

There's a thin line baby. A thing line between love and hate." -Cage York

People tell me I look mournful. They say, 'Cheer up, Dan, it's not that bad!' Sometimes I just look into space, which freaks people out. If I was ever required to do anything other than look haunted, I could. I'm a happy person.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

The word 'happiness' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

'Dawn (Go Away)' is a sad lyric, but the melody is so happy and fun.

It's sad and upsetting when you see somebody crying hysterically, but at the same time it's real funny.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.

There are times when I'm really happy and I write something really sad, and vice versa.

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

There's a very fine line between being artistic and being a dickhead - it's like love and hate.

There are two emotions: love and fear.

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?

Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise and shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes; but when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, how wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!

Joy and sorrow are the light and shade of life; without light and shade no picture is clear.

Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.

The Irish are great for their tunes, but all their lovesongs are sad and their warsongs happy.

Our life is...a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.

Paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. It wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed-mysterious, uninviting.

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

Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.

If one judges love according to the greatest part of the effects it produces, it would appear to resemble rather hatred than kindness.