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.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
He knew that all things human are transitory and therefore that it must cease one day or another. He looked forward to that day with eager longing. Love was like a parasite in his heart, nourishing a hateful existence on his life's blood; it absorbed his existence so intensely that he could take pleasure in nothing else.
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.
Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
I will love, if another hates. I will gain a balance on the side of good, my true being. This alone gives me the forces of God wherewith to overcome all error.
It's always wrong to hate, but it's never wrong to love.
Nature is at work. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.
GFY' is about the thin line between love and hate. It's about statements that are said out of anger that unfortunately cannot be taken back.
Accounts are not quite settled between us," said she, with a passion that equaled my own. "I can love, and I can hate. You had your choice. You chose to spurn the first; now you must test the other.
Lucy and I would love furiously and fight furiously.
Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse
Love and hate are two of the strongest emotions we feel in relationships.
One hates a person for the same reason one loves him
In the 'Dreamblood' books, I'm focusing more on what I like about epic fantasy: the layering and depth of tension; the chance to really delve into the minutia of an alternate society and its politics; a large cast of characters to love and hate.
Love is a great glue, but there is no cement like mutual hate.
We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.
All my life I have had a choice of hate and love. I chose love and I am here
Life is probably a tangle of love and hate permanently knotted together.
As Faulkner says, all of us have the capacity in us for great good and for great evil, for love but also for hate. I wanted to write those kinds of complex character in a fantasy, and not just have all the good people get together to fight the bad guy.
But try getting blindly carried away by your feelings, without reasoning, without a primary cause, driving consciousness away at least for a time; start hating, or fall in love, only so as not to sit with folded arms.
Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.
Hatred is so much closer to love than indifference.
