Georg Groddeck Quotes

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.

One can fall in love and still hate.

Oftentimes we love the thing we hate and vice versa.

Love! Hate! Is there no third?

You had to hate the Colonel a whole lot to keep from loving him.

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.

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

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

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

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

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

It's lovely. I hate it.

We must love, as looking one day to hate.

A lot of people ask questions that they don't want to answer themselves, and if we're honest about the intimacy that we have with our parents, you wish them the best and you wish them the worst more than anybody else in the world. I think everyone has had a moment in their life where they wished a parent ill, and I think it's perhaps a very romantic idea that that doesn't happen.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

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.

I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

I'm a Gemini, so I'm very dual. I love something and I hate it at the same time, so that probably comes out in the lyrics.

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

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

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is the way you can both hate and love something you are not sure you understand.

Hatred is a disguised form of love. You can only hate someone whom you really wish to love, because if you were totally indifferent to that person, you could not even get up enough energy to hate him.

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.

One hates a person for the same reason one loves him