Jacqueline Carey Quotes

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

There's not much difference between love and hate.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.

One hates a person for the same reason one loves him

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

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

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.

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

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

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?

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

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

I gulp down my pleasures, chew over my miseries.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

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.

The passions often engender their contraries.

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

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

Sometimes, I feel like I can do anything, and, sometimes, I'm so alive, sometimes, I feel like I could zoom across the sky and, sometimes, I wanna cry.

Hot hate is twin brother to hot love.

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