Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.
Joy is hidden in sorrow and sorrow in joy. If we try to avoid sorrow at all costs, we may never taste joy, and if we are suspicious of ecstasy, agony can never reach us either. Joy and sorrow are the parents of our spiritual growth.
Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.
The moment people come to know love, they run the risk of carrying hate.
Music has been a burden and a joy for as long as I can remember.
Hate and love are reciprocal passions.
Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.
Men love their vices and hate them at the same time.
Hope and fear are inseparable. There is no hope without fear, nor any fear without hope.
Anytime I go on Twitter, there's always the good but the bad as well.
You have to laugh at things in order to let them be what they truly are. Because nothing is only sad. Nothing is only funny. There's context to all of those things.
Pain is joy when it cries, it's my smile in disguise.
I find just as much profit in cultivating my hates as my loves.
We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body.
...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.
I like to think I am a happy angry person, if that makes sense.
I'm the happiest the saddest guy in the world can be.
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.
I realize that, while often happy and often cheerful, I am always sad.
There are two emotions: love and fear.
There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet.
We were discussing a grisly double murder and Rodriguez was telling us all this in the same sort of conversational tone a person might use to pass on a favorite lasagna recipe. And I was responding with the same enthusiasm a new cook might show. I was simultaneously horrified and impressed with myself.
Oftentimes we love the thing we hate and vice versa.
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.
