Steve Toltz Quotes

She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.

Yeah, I have animosity, a chip on my shoulder. But I love, too.

It's lovely. I hate it.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness

My joy is as painful as my pain.

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.

His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.

I'm kind of sad and happy all the time. Just kind of like feeling, you know, full of life and confident, and at the same time terrified. I'm all of those things at once.

For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.

That’s when I said it. That’s when I whispered to her, “I’m so sorry.” Because inside, I felt so happy and sad at the same time. Sad that it took me so long to get there. But happy that we got there together.

I feel anger and I feel understanding. It's a difficult position to be in.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.

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

I'm filled with a new joy mixed with old grief.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.

I love you, Kitten. Don't try to get out of this. We'll see if you love me when I pay you back. Even then I will love you, Bones called out as I stomped away.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?