Sonya Hartnett Quotes

One can fall in love and still hate.

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

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

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.

it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

Though love and hatred are as opposites as fire and water, yet do they sometimes subsist in the breast together towards the same person; nay by their very opposition and desire to destroy each other, are they strengthened and increased.

There's a fine line between love and hate.Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it.

Only married people understand you can be miserable and happy at the same time.

You know, in a way, I wish I could hate a little more. It would make me a more rounded personality.

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

It's lovely. I hate it.

Love should be simple, but it's not. Hate should be hard, but it's easy.

...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

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

My joy is as painful as my pain.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

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

When I am happy I feel like crying, but when I am sad I don’t feel like laughing. I think it is better to be happy; then you get two feelings for the price of one.

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.

We say: mad with joy. We should say: wise with grief.

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

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

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