Conflicting feelings Quotes

Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.

Those who feel guilty contemplating "betraying" the tradition they love by acknowledging their disapproval of elements within it should reflect on the fact that the very tradition to which they are so loyal—the "eternal" tradition introduced to them in their youth—is in fact the evolved product of many adjustments firmly but delicately made by earlier lovers of the same tradition.

Love is on the verge of hate each time it stoops for pardon.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

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.

To her own heart it was a delightful affair, to her imagination it was even a ridiculous one, but to her reason, her judgment, it was completely a puzzle.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.

He wasn't what sent me running. He was what had made me want to stay.

Some live in a state of passionate indecision.

Hatred is love frustrated.

Some people have never fancied me, but there have been plenty others who have backed me.

It was a curious feeling, that something could be so close and so distant at the same time.

You feel a little weird, as a writer of scripted television for many years, to say you're a fan of reality TV. You feel like a traitor. But I am a total fan.

Half of my heart's got a real good imagination, half of my heart's got you. . .Half of my hearts got a right mind to tell you that half of my heart won't do.

You've got to love someone enough to hate them.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

I can't honestly say with a straight face that every Avenged Sevenfold album is my favorite.

Sometimes I think, 'I need to get married soon.' Other days I think, 'Why get married?'

Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

My joy is as painful as my pain.

Social media is so weird. I hate it, to be honest, but I feel like we all need it in order to get our voices out there and really speak on things that we care about. That's the only time I use it.

Oh, well...up until now it had been a good day, in a horrible kind of way.

We hate so fast and we love too slow

I have a complicated relationship with the zoo; maybe everyone does. It's so wonderful and so sad.