Lisa Loeb Quotes

Hate is love looking for itself everyplace but where love is.

Hell is in the here and now. So is Heaven. Quit worrying about hell or dreaming about heaven, as they are both present inside us this very moment. Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven. Every time we hate, envy, or fight someone, we tumble straight into the fires of hell.

By its very nature, hate destroys and tears down; by its very nature, love creates and builds up.

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die.

To love means to give, and to give means to build, while to hate is to destroy.

I have so much hate that it has turned into love.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.

Hatred is love frustrated.

Let not your love become attachment, nor your hate become destruction.

The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

No evil is so worse than worst you fall in hate with love.

It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

..because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling.

We have a choice every day between fear and love.

The more we love, the nearer we are to hate.

Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.

Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.

That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.

If a person's mind is controlled by forces of revenge and jealousy, it cannot express love & sympathy. And even if they show love and sympathy to others it will yield no good result. The thought will not be reflected in love but in hate.

She had the power to destroy. I had only seen the power to love. When you discovered both, who could figure out what to do with that?

Hate would destroy him who hated.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.