Love And Hate Quotes
Most popular love and hate quotes
Hatred is love frustrated.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
Hate generalizes, love specifies.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
When love is suppressed hate takes its place.
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.
Hate leaves ugly scars; love leaves beautiful ones.
Anger is the fluid that love bleeds when you cut it.
Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.
Love is a great glue, but there is no cement like mutual hate.
So often the truth is told with hate, and lies are told with love.
Violent antipathies are always suspicious, and betray a secret affinity.
Hate is funny. Love isn't. Love can kill you. Hate can keep you alive.
To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction.
If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than friendship.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorned.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
There's nothing in this world so sweet as love, And next to love the sweetest thing is hate!
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love—and its partner, hate. Our father—our "second other"—elaborates on them.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illumines it.
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.
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.
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.
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.