There are people who love you and people who hate you, but for me, more so, people only think they know me by how I act or perform on a tennis court.
Religion became the evil of our society when it started to teach resentment and hate instead of unconditional love and wisdom.
Cal: I have loved her even when I hated her... only married couples'll understand that one...
You can hate me. You can go out there and say anything you want about me, But you will love me later because I told you the truth.
The overlap in the Venn diagram of things that men hate for women to wear and the things that I love to wear, it's almost a full overlap on the Venn diagram, which is unfortunate for me.
I hated L.A. for a long time, and I wanted to leave it. I had these fantasies of going to 'SNL' and falling in love with some writer on 'SNL,' of getting married and living in New York.
I want people to remember that Pakistan is my country. It is like my mother, and I love it dearly. Even if its people hate me, I will still love it.
In the gay (Catholic) community, it would seem, the maxim is: love the sin and love the sinner, but hate anyone who calls it a sin or him a sinner.
In a broken marriage, it can be challenging and tough to get that work/life balance. I love performing but I also love being a mum, and I hate having to choose between them.
Memo to extreme partisans: If you can't bring yourselves to love your enemies, can you at least learn to hate your friends?
An honest bookstore would post the following sign above its 'self-help' section: 'For true self-help, please visit our philosophy, literature, history and science sections, find yourself a good book, read it, and think about it.
I hate negativity. I hate people who say the phrase 'I hate'. I really don't like the word 'hate.' Dislike, frightened of, terrified of, or yukky - but not 'hate.'
I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly. "I love you," the voice whispered back.
My body flopped to the ground as I realized my doom. I was in love. Finally. It’s what every girl dreams about from the moment she starts dreaming, to fall in love and be in love. Well I was in love, and I hated it.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. des fieri sentio et excrucior. I hate and I love. You may ask, why I do this. I do not know. But I sense that I do and it pains me.
You can't hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree. You can't hate Africa and not hate yourself.
There are two apparently opposing forces that govern our lives. No, not good and evil. Love and fear. That's right: the opposite of love is not hate, but fear
The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)……The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).
I hate that my life is teaching me that I can only be loved if I put my love out of reach and just drift above people until they love my remoteness.
im the type of talkactive person, but once im silent. that only have two things, first ; im falling in love, second ; I hate Liar. they could be both ; yes im falling in love with a Liar.
Every guest hates the others, and the host hates them all.
