Matt Groening Quotes

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

Not only is our love for our children sometimes tinged with annoyance, discouragement, and disappointment, the same is true for the love our children feel for us.

I loved my mother, but I don't like her.

I reproach so many things about my family, but on the other hand, I kept asking them to be my family.

Nothing is quite so emotional and passionate as what goes on inside of a family. People are driven to distraction by a father or a mother or a husband. Or a child.

One of the things I would have loved to have had was a family that worked better together, although I love my mother and father to bits.

I like that there's no love as fierce as the love you feel for your family; that there's no one you feel more protective of than the very same people who can drive you crazy.

My father-in-law is so sensitive. Sometimes I think he displays too much love for my children.

With writing, I love doing it, but there's that love-hate relationship: You're not having a good run, you've hit a wall; it's frustrating.

Inside the family, you can go from hate to passivity to extreme love within the same hour.

Oftentimes we love the thing we hate and vice versa.

There is love there. And then there's times when I can't even stomach Simon. You don't have to sit next to him. That's all I have to say.

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

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

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

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

I have loved being a step-mum to Brian's children. We have a great relationship, and it's lovely to spend time with the grandchildren.

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

Modern science knows much about such conflicts. We call the mental state that engenders it "ambivalence": a collision between thought and feeling.

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.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

The more I think of you, the less I think of you.

Hatred is a disguised form of love. You can only hate someone whom you really wish to love, because if you were totally indifferent to that person, you could not even get up enough energy to hate him.

Hatred is love frustrated.

I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.