Best 46 quotes in «love and hate quotes» category

-Do you want me to leave? -Yes -Do you want me to stay? -Yes -Do you love me? -Yes -Do you want me? -No -Then leave me -I can't -Then stay with me -I can't, I can't, I can't *Equation of a fucked up relationship

Everything you hate holds you back from growing. Everything you love helps you to grow.

El amor más intenso, quizá más débil que el odio, es una negociación, nunca concluyente, entre soledades.

For the person who tortured me in jail. For the person who tortured the many of my followers and killed them in jail, and the many other greater leaders than me and their followers in jail, and for the men who jailed my supporters, I pray. I don’t hate them. I love them as much as I love my closest loved ones, and I pray for their guidance. My loves, you be this way too. It doesn’t help to hate. If you hate, you pollute your own soul … Words cannot express how much I wish the best for you. My foremost ambition for you is that you have hearts full of light, thoughtfulness of God, and goodness, so much so that the devil has no space to get into your hearts. I want you to be happy with yourselves, and for other people to be happy with you, when you leave this life … May you be so good that rain of mercy falls onto you. May this brother (Ahmad), that is so unworthy of your love, also be so lucky.

For the first time, Ted imagined fucking Anna the way he (almost) fucked Rachel: cruelly, without concern for her comfort, fully acknowledging that as much as he loved her, he hated her, too.

Ever since that evening when you gave me my hat, I've been as true to you as I've got it in me to be. Don't force me to where untruth starts. You say nothing would make you hate me. But once make me hate myself and you'd make me hate you.

I can't find who wrote this (it was't me)but I think it is great. Before I was your mother, I was a girl.

Here is one with a gift for loving and a gift for hating, and when he hates, God help the man who earns his hatred.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

I am too selfish to be a mother, I can barely tolerate being his lover at this point. I am selfish and I make no apology for that. ~Shannon~

If someone hates you, secretly they are admiring you. They deserve you love and not your hate.

I hate him. Except for all the places where I love him half to death.

I f*cking hate love. I loathe the hope it allowed to fester in me. The glimmer of life where my future was not just my own. I hate loving her. ~Callum~

It reveals how well you value someone - the way you handle their belongings.

It is great joy to love and be loved.

Love can be simply stated to be the desire of the human being to integrate oneself with other selves in such a way that one starts feeling the pain and pleasure of another person as if of one’s own. Hatred can be defined as just the opposite – to derive pleasure in the pain of others, while feeling unhappy seeing others happy

... I was perturbed by the suspicion that the anguish of love contemned was alloyed in her broken heart with the pangs, sordid in my young mind, of wounded vanity. I had not yet learnt how contradictory is human nature; I did not know how much pose there is in the sincere. how much baseness in the noble, nor how much goodness in the reprobate.

I love and if someone I love is hurt I'll kill the attacker and no one else, that is love. I hate and if I hate I'll kill their whole family to bring pain to that person, that is hate, In this way I do not think love and hate are the same side of a blade

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.

Of course I love Arnold, but I can hate him too, and it can go along with love that one never forgives certain things.

Love cannot stifle nor can it dictate. Either of those circumstances will turn a tender feeling into something ugly (Adam Ashworth).

Oh, shut up, Reva." "I love you." Maybe she did, and that's why I hated her.

Porque los rayos del amor y del odio atraviesan de un salto la más espesas selvas y los ríos más hondos.

People are fascinating. Especially the ones who hate me.

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love.

So help me, if something crawls out of one of these bags, I will castrate you.” “I bet you’d love that.” -Emma and Jackson

She had to be cautious. As much as part of her hated her with every ounce of her flesh, she also loved her. She couldn’t quite reconcile the two, the love with the hate. Instead of feeling like a fluid stream with one on each end, her emotions drifting somewhere in the middle, where love and hate exist simultaneously, she flipped from one dramatic extreme to the other. Sometimes she loved her so much she wanted to devour her, and other times she hated her so much she thought she might kill her.

We love the ones we hate

They don't know what love is. Here they learn what hate is, and I am so sad that they might never know love because hate came first.

The greatest wonderful feeling is falling in love.

Uther: “I wish you were a foolish woman I could despise, damn you” “If your priests are right,” said Viviane calmly, “I am already thoroughly damned and you may save your breath.

If I was a woman in Russia, I would be a lesbian, as the men are very ugly. There are a few handsome ones, like Naomi Campbell's boyfriend, but there you see the most beautiful women and the most horrible men.

We shouldn't live in a world where we live in constant terror. We need less dying and more living. We need less destroying and more building. We need less hate and more love.

When people begin to define the things that they believe in, based upon the exclusion of all the things that they hate, all that does is eat away at the soul. Define the things that you believe in based upon the pursuit of the the things that you love and then that love should be able to override all those things that you hate.

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

We hated each other so well and loved each other so badly...

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

Personality begins where comparison ends.

It is easier to hate those we love, than love those whom we have hated.

The best thing to do is dive with your imagination ~ you can never drown yourself.

The lovely loving and the hateful hates.

Addiction is a battle between love and hate. My therapist was right about that.

As the best wine makes the sharpest vinegar, truest love can turn into truest nemesis.

But there really isn’t much difference between love and hate. They both get out of control easily, and one turns into the other. Trust me. I know.

A aq afër gjinden dashunija dhe urrejtja? Po të mos ishin, si mund të ndodhi kalimi i shpejtë dhe i menjëhershëm prej njenës te tjetra?