Irvin S. Cobb Quotes

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

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

You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.

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.

One can fall in love and still hate.

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.

Oftentimes we love the thing we hate and vice versa.

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.

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

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

I don't like you, but I love you.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

I'm completely in love with the world but also terrified of it. It creates some overwhelming feelings. Wanting to battle out that joy and fear is part of my music.

'Armor On' explains why I needed armor in the first place. Sonically, you'll hear this battle of, 'I love you, no I don't. I love you, I hate you.' That's what you'll feel. You see the story kind of fight against itself.

Sometimes you hate villains, but you love that you hate them, and it finds this happy medium where you enjoy the process of loathing them so much that you want them to be there. It's such a weird, twisted thing that our minds do.

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

It's because I like you, I don't want to be with you. It's a complicated emotion.

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

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

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.