What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!
Principally I hate and detest that animal called man; although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
most men know what they hate; few what they love
The love hidden within is always greater than the hate displayed without.
I have a love/ hate relationship with the city of New Orleans, which is the strongest kind of relationship.
If you don't care for the villain, if you don't love him and hate him at the same time, then he's just boring.
I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!
I hate everything about you that you do and love everything you don’t
I was both loved and hated for being upfront. But I was just being myself.
Life is all about love. Everything — hate, lust, money, power, death, birth — it all stems from love. If life were put in a giant pot and boiled like a piece of chicken, all the fat would melt away, and what you’d be left with is love.
I hated this love that I had for my family—love that demanded my time and energy, that sought to control my life down to every thought and action. I now realize that it was not love but an unhealthy attachment, born out of a need for security and a...
Orafoura, The Mythical Mr. Boo, and Love made flesh walk into a bar, and the bartender asks, “What’ll it be, fellas?” Orafoura replies, “Love.” The Mythical Mr. Boo says, “Hate.” And Love made flesh says, “I agree with both these guys...
Unrequited love is the only emotion that allows sane people to taste the “life sentence” of someone with bipolar disorder. The longer they hang onto a lost cause the more unstable they look to everyone else. They contradict their own belief syste...
I've tried to explain to people that I don't 'love' writing any more than I 'love' breathing. It's something I do and it's something I need. If I thought about it as a love/hate thing, I probably would have quit long ago. And then died.
and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.
Instead of spending your dear energy on hating enemies, Utilize this energy to love your friends a little harder truly. [229] - 4 (Thoughts)
That's why I hate the concept of falling in love. It makes you weak. It takes away your strength. Your power. Your rational sense. EVERYTHING.
There is something immensely scary about putting yourself out there for people to love or hate you, fan or pan you, review or screw you.
But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?
Love me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.
Almost every sinful action ever committed can be traced back to a selfish motive. It is a trait we hate in other people but justify in ourselves.
