Melissa de la Cruz Quotes

I have loved him too much not to hate

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

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

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

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

You will never go wrong in concluding that a man has once loved deeply whatever he hates, and loves it yet; that he once admired and still admires what he scorns, that he once greedily desired what now disgusts him.

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

One can fall in love and still hate.

Hatred is love frustrated.

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

I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.

This was not of the nature of a Christlike lesson for Owen Meany to learn, as he lay in the manger, that someone you hate can give you a hard-on.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.