Ellis Peters Quotes

Principally, I hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartedly love John, Peter, Thomas and so forth …

Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.

Any man who hates dogs and babies can't be all bad.

To live is like to love - all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

You can love someone and not like them.

As reason is a rebel to faith, so passion is a rebel to reason.

Reason and love are sworn enemies.

Some things never change and the intriguing things you fall in love with will become the things you don't like.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

There is no man at once so unselfish and selfish as a man in love.

In love we often doubt what we most believe.

In order to love fighting, I have to hate it.

Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

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

Unconditional love is a lofty ideal, but unconditional hate is a fact well documented by history.

You love the person for who they are, flaws and all. You can't help who you love, either. It comes from a different side of your brain than the logic part that tells you that this person is horrible for you - "You should walk away!" While you're walking away, the other part of your brain is trying to gain control of your bodily functions. "Turn around! She's the one!"

Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.

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.

We cannot reason ourselves out of our basic irrationality. All we can do is to learn the art of being irrational in a reasonable way.

Every human being is a mixture of light and darkness, trust and fear, love and hate.

One may like the love and despise the lover.

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.