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“Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

“You can't truly hate someone until you've cared about them. Until you've loved them.”
― Kirsten Hubbard, Like Mandarin

“When you visualized a man or a woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity . . . that was a quality God's image carried with it . . . when you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination.”
― Graham Greene, The Power and the Glory

“I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.”
― Anaïs Nin

“As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I can't help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.”
― Rick Yancey, The Curse of the Wendigo

“No matter how much you hate or how much you suffer, you can't bring the dead back to life”
― Watsuki Nobuhiro

“When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.”
― Christopher Pike, The Last Vampire

“At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.”
― Benjamin J. Carey, Barefoot in November

“When apparent stability disintegrates,
As it must--
God is Change--
People tend to give in
To fear and depression,
To need and greed.
When no influence is strong enough
To unify people
They divide.
They struggle,
One against one,
Group against group,
For survival, position, power.
They remember old hates and generate new ones,
The create chaos and nurture it.
They kill and kill and kill,
Until they are exhausted and destroyed,
Until they are conquered by outside forces,
Or until one of them becomes
A leader
Most will follow,
Or a tyrant
Most fear.”
― Octavia Butler, Parable of the Sower

“If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soon you'll hate a hundred people."
"A zillion?"
"Even a zillion. A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it's hungry."
"Like Cimmamum?"
"Even hungrier. You keep feeding it more and more people, and the more it gets, the more it wants. It's never satisfied. And pretty soon it squeezes all the love out of your heart"--I pointed to her heart; she looked down at her chest--"and all you'll have left is a hateful heart.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl

“I have so much hate that it has turned into love.”
― Margaret Cho, I Have Chosen to Stay and Fight

“Loving someone is different from being in love with someone. You can hate someone you're in love with”
― Fyodor M. Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

“There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world," he says softly.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didn't care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was to turn to hate, to fear. They seemed so opposite, the feelings, yet they were all one note on his flute.”
― Christopher Pike, The Last Vampire

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. a burn for a burn. a life for a life. that's how all this got started. and that's how it's going to end.”
― Jenny Han, Fire with Fire

“Donald Rumsfeld. Love him or hate him, you've gotta admit: a lot of people hate him.”
― Jon Stewart

“You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.”
― Jamie Weise

“Minds, however, are conquered not by arms, but by love and nobility.”
― Baruch Spinoza, Ethics

“Hate isn’t the opposite of love, apathy is. Hating doesn’t free you from feeling anything. You have to carry it around, using every scar, every little memory like a building block. Like a stone in a wall, until you’ve created a new person, a new life that you can live with.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Broken Abroad

“Love is wise,
Hatred is foolish”
― Bertrand Russell

“That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.”
― Dave Matthes, Sleepeth Not, the Bastard

“My parents taught me never to judge others based on whom they love, what color their skin is, or their religion. Why make life miserable for someone when you could be using your energy for good? We don’t need to share the same opinions as others, but we need to be respectful. When you hear people making hateful comments, stand up to them. Point out what a waste it is to hate, and you could open their eyes.”
― Taylor Swift

“I'm running on hate.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Nobody notices, only you've known,

you're not sick, not crazy,
not angry, not sad--

It's just this, you're injured.”
― Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric

“It's much easier to hate a memory. I would know.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Rose & the Dagger

“Indifference is more truly the opposite of love than hate is, for we can both love and hate the same person at the same time, but we cannot both love and be indifferent to the same person at the same time.”
― Peter Kreeft, Prayer for Beginners

“Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn't ever last.”
― Jack Kerouac, Book of Sketches

“Hate Poem

I hate you truly. Truly I do.
Everything about me hates everything about you.
The flick of my wrist hates you.
The way I hold my pencil hates you.
The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped
in the jaws of a moray eel hates you.
Each corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you.

Look out! Fore! I hate you.

The blue-green jewel of sock lint I’m digging
from under by third toenail, left foot, hates you.
The history of this keychain hates you.
My sigh in the background as you explain relational databases
hates you.
The goldfish of my genius hates you.
My aorta hates you. Also my ancestors.

A closed window is both a closed window and an obvious
symbol of how I hate you.

My voice curt as a hairshirt: hate.
My hesitation when you invite me for a drive: hate.
My pleasant “good morning�: hate.
You know how when I’m sleepy I nuzzle my head
under your arm? Hate.
The whites of my target-eyes articulate hate. My wit
practices it.
My breasts relaxing in their holster from morning
to night hate you.
Layers of hate, a parfait.
Hours after our latest row, brandishing the sharp glee of hate,
I dissect you cell by cell, so that I might hate each one
individually and at leisure.
My lungs, duplicitous twins, expand with the utter validity
of my hate, which can never have enough of you,
Breathlessly, like two idealists in a broken submarine.”
― Julie Sheehan

“What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?”
― Kiersten White, Supernaturally