Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Hate and love are essentially the same in that the person who loves is as easily manipulated as a person who hates

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.

The simple truth is that you can understand the way you are. You can know and love and hate it. You can blame it, resent it, and nothing changes. In the end, you’re just a part of it.

We think the whole world‘s going to change, and forget that human beings are still human beings; we have the same five senses, we still interact the same way, we still love and hate the same way, but marketers lose track of that. But then it comes down to earth.

Dialectic logic is there’s only love and hate, you either love somebody or you hate them.

A band is like a family. There’s love and hate.

Many men are loved by their enemies, and hated by their friends, and are the friends of their enemies, and the enemies of their friends.

I feel like we’ll forever live in a country that’s divided… Divided by race… Divided by love and hate.

No one drives through life with blackout windows; most of us are affected, in some way or another, by the love and hate we encounter in others.

Art is built on the deepest themes of human meaning: good and evil, beauty and ugliness, life and death, love and hate. No other story has incarnated those themes more than the story of Jesus.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

The first and foremost reality is that suffering and death are not only enemies of life, but a means of reminding us of life’s twin realities, love and hate.

Mortals have always exaggerated the difference between hate and love. Both come from the heart. You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.

I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

Love and hate, black and white,
Right or wrong, who is right?
Some smoke joints to anoint their brain
To the vanishing point…so they won‘t go insane.

It’s always wrong to hate, but it’s never wrong to love.

Oh, let us lose our milk teeth and cut instead the strong teeth of hate and love.

The opposite of love is not to hate but to separate. If love and hate have something in common it is because, in both cases, their energy is that of bringing and holding together

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

I think the Cowboys are one of only two teams in all of sports that engender love and hate to that extreme. The other is the Yankees. You love the Yankees or you hate the Yankees.

There’s not much difference between love and hate.

Love and hate are not opposites. The opposite of love is indifference.

The discussion of fur is childish.

Love and hate are two of the strongest emotions.

There’s a very fine line between being artistic and being a dickhead – it’s like love and hate.

The opposite of love is not hate. It is fear.

Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.

Life is probably a tangle of love and hate permanently knotted together.

Love and hate are so confused in your savage minds and the vibrations of the one are so very like those of the other that I can’t always distinguish. You see, we neither love nor hate in my world. We simply have hobbies.

I always believed there’s a fine line between love and hate.

Not only are love and hate such closely related emotions, but it’s a lot easier to hate someone you’ve cared about than someone you never have.

Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.

The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.

There are forces in nature called Love and Hate. The force of Love causes elements to be attracted to each other and to be built up into some particular form or person, and the force of Hate causes the decomposition of things.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.

Though love and hatred are as opposites as fire and water, yet do they sometimes subsist in the breast together towards the same person; nay by their very opposition and desire to destroy each other, are they strengthened and increased.

Commanded love of all men indiscriminately is an obliteration of distinction between love and hate, and therefore is not love at all.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind

Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our “second other”-elaborates on them.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

Laughter is man‘s most distinctive emotional expression. Man shares the capacity for love and hate, anger and fear, loyalty and grief, with other living creatures. But humour, which has an intellectual as well as an emotional element belongs to man

To be wise was to be above joy and sorrow, fear and pity, ambition and humiliation. It was to hate nothing and to love nothing, and above all to be utterly indifferent to the love and hate of others.

If we judge love by most of its effects, it resembles rather hatred than affection.

The lovely loving and the hateful hates.

I think that it’s a crime to say you are bored when time is so precious and there are so many things to do in life: read, learn, watch.

Hate and love are very similar emotions. The opposite of love is you don’t care.

Love and hate always remember; it is only indifference that forgets.

The settled man can cope with love and hate from others, but never with their indifference.

Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Tonight love and hate met in St. Louis. And love outnumbered the hate, in poetic thousands. Hate left. But love stayed. + Together, we sang.

Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.

Why should I stop working? If I do, I’ll die and it’ll all be finished. ‘m lucky to work in the most perfect of conditions. I can do what I want in all kinds of areas. The expenses are not expenses. I would be stupid to stop that. Work is making a living out of being bored.

Pictures… are also opinions… [they] set down what the camera operator sees and he sees what he wants to see and what he loves and hates and pities and is proud of.

I’m constantly going through the transition of love and hate at the same time and it just makes me who I am.

Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time.

Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.

Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

For me, I love and hate Costco. I think it’s ruined America and made America great.

Just be careful. Passion is a bridge that connects love and hate. When you’re standing in the middle of that bridge, don’t let yourself get turned around. You’ve got to make sure you know which direction you’re heading. Watch yourself.

Indifference to love or hate is sitting on the fence between the two, refusing to engage either one of them. Indifference, if it had its own way, would prefer to step away from the whole struggle between love and hate, to walk away from the only real game in the world and wallow in its own mediocrity.

Treacherous people do not last only memories of their treason last.So will it last with emotions mixed, of love and hate for treacherous ones.

I get along with everyone except for men my age, who are bourgeois or retired or boring.

If I was a woman in Russia, I would be a lesbian, as the men are very ugly. There are a few handsome ones, like Naomi Campbell‘s boyfriend, but there you see the most beautiful women and the most horrible men.

Nature is at work. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.

When you are a public figure you will get love and hate both.

The Opposite of Love is not hate, but power

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.

It is easier to hate those we love, than love those whom we have hated.

No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.

Sometimes the best ideas I have are in my bathtub or in my bed or in my dreams early in the morning before waking up … I’m like a TV antennae, I catch it all and do it my way.

Fiction is love and hate and agreement and conflict and common adventure, not lonely musings on have-beens and might-have-beens.

Come near, that no more blinded by man’s fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.

In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.

All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.

If ice can burn, then love and hate can mate.

GFY’ is about the thin line between love and hate. It’s about statements that are said out of anger that unfortunately cannot be taken back.

When love and hate are both absent everything becomes clear and undisguised.

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

There’s a fine line between love and hate.Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it.

When Catullus expresses his love and hate for Lesbia, he is not obviously voicing a wish to rid himself of one or the other of these two sentiments. Not all contradictions resolve into temporal change of belief or desire.

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.

I do think that really great music will divide people, and people will love and hate it at the same time.

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

Yet a personal God can become a grave liability. He can be a mere idol carved in our own image, a projection of our limited needs, fears and desires. We can assume that he loves what we love and hates what we hate, endorsing our prejudices instead of compelling us to transcend them.

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.
I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.

The best thing to do is dive with your imagination ~ you can never drown yourself.

Love. It’s so close to hate, it’s almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

My psycho-analytic work has convinced me that when in the baby‘s mind the conflicts between love and hate arise, and the fears of losing the loved one become active, a very important step is made in development.

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it.

The difference between people isn’t in their class, but in themselves. Only from the middle classes one gets ideas, and from the common people–life itself, warmth. You feel their hates and loves.

If you must hate a man for the many things about which you disagree, remember that you should also love him for the many things about which you agree.

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.