Ivan Turgenev Quotes

I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night. I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.

I loved feeling special. I hated feeling special.

I love the attention and I hate the attention, you know? It's not always good for your soul.

Modern science knows much about such conflicts. We call the mental state that engenders it "ambivalence": a collision between thought and feeling.

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

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately...

The more I think of you, the less I think of you.

I don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's ever happened to me. Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I'm glad.

Craving that old sweet oneness yet dreading engulfment, wishing to be our mother's and yet be our own, we stormily swing from mood to mood, advancing and retreating-the quintessential model of two-mindedness.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

Mixed feelings, like mixed drinks, are a confusion to the soul.

There's a lot of reasons you can think of to say why you act, but I can only say that it just felt good. At the same time, it felt really painful. It's still troubling and stressful to me.

As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

I have back-and-forth feelings about everything a lot - it's not limited to my albums.

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.

It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.

There is another man within me that's angry with me.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling

My mind is cautious but my heart is in a hurry.