I hate early mornings. But I love waking up with you.
Is it a weakness not being able to hate? Or is it preparation for what is inevitable, the ability only to love.
Sometimes God allows what he hates to accomplish what he loves.
Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear.
I hate change more than almost anything.
To hate someone you just have to observe and watch, but to love someone it takes everything.
Hate yearned to destroy and sought to forget, but love could not. Love strove creatively towards days that had yet to come.
He loves deep... hates hard, ever'thing's that killed what he loves. All great warriors are sich men.
Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
Love me or hate me I promise that it will never make or break me...<3
You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
I can hate you more, but I'll never love you less.
I hate paying taxes. But I love the civilization they give me
I love dress shopping, and I love talking about the wedding food. That's what makes me happy. If you tell me to do a guest list, I cry. I hate it.
Children love and want to be loved and they very much prefer the joy of accomplishment to the triumph of hateful failure. Do not mistake a child for his symptom.
You don't only worry about the people who hate or resent you; in a way, you're more worried about the people who love you.
I love the character of Jaime Lannister. He's just so complex - a character that we love to hate - but it's a lot more complex than hatred. It starts off, and he seems so arrogant and so smug.
Love or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or hating better.
People love me or hate me and all I think about is the people that I know and suffer with different causes and carry on my charity work and that's what keeps me alive really.
And I love the hate mail I get, the unsigned, misspelled letters I get telling me to go back to Russia or wherever.
How often have I met and disliked writers whose books I love; and conversely, hated the books and then wound up liking the writer? Too often.
