Andres Serrano Quotes

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

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

To be human and to be adult means constantly to be in the grip of opposing emotions, to have daily to reconcile apparently conflicting tensions. I want this, but need that. I cherish this, but I adore its opposite too.

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

I like to think I am a happy angry person, if that makes sense.

It's lovely. I hate it.

You had to hate the Colonel a whole lot to keep from loving him.

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

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

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

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

Sometimes you hate villains, but you love that you hate them, and it finds this happy medium where you enjoy the process of loathing them so much that you want them to be there. It's such a weird, twisted thing that our minds do.

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.

I'm optimistic yet disillusioned, hopeful yet frustrated.

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

Sometimes I hate how much I love him But everyday I love him more

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

I don’t like you, Park. Sometimes I think I live for you

One can fall in love and still hate.

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

Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice

The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.

She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.