Love And Hate Quotes
Most popular love and hate quotes
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
When love is suppressed hate takes its place.
Anger is the fluid that love bleeds when you cut it.
Hatred is love frustrated.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction.
So often the truth is told with hate, and lies are told with love.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorned.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.
Violent antipathies are always suspicious, and betray a secret affinity.
Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it.
If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than friendship.
There's nothing in this world so sweet as love, And next to love the sweetest thing is hate!
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.
Hate is funny. Love isn't. Love can kill you. Hate can keep you alive.
Hate leaves ugly scars; love leaves beautiful ones.
Hate generalizes, love specifies.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
Love must be learned, and learned again and again; there is no end to it. Hate needs no instruction, but waits only to be provoked.
Love and hate have a magical transforming power. They are the great soul changers. We grow through their exercise into the likeness of what we contemplate.
When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, whither do we turn? To the murder column; and there we are rarely disappointed.
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love—and its partner, hate. Our father—our "second other"—elaborates on them.
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.
Love is a great glue, but there is no cement like mutual hate.
