Jean Genet Quotes

I love you all too much, it's one of just of my problems.

Hatred is love frustrated.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.

Sometimes I hate how much I love him But everyday I love him more

I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract: I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him.I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered: - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

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

Hate brings me to my knees, love gets me on my feet.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

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.

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

Pushing me away so I give her space, awww. Dealing wit a heart that I didn't break.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

I hate all that don't love me, and slight all that do.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?

We can't be friends Cause I'm still in love with you.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.