My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em, wish god I didnt have 'em, but thank god that he made 'em
You can’t hate people unless you love them.
You've got to love someone enough to hate them.
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.
I felt so full of love for everything. But at the same time, I felt so hung out there to dry, like nobody could ever understand. I felt so alone in this world, and so loved at the same time.
My definition of love is: Being willing to die for someone, that you yourself want to kill.
...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.
There is no doubt; even a rejection can be the shadow of a caress”.
Somehow, it seems that the sadder a song is, the happier I feel. The release of emotions that many would label as 'negative' is actually a liberating process for me.
From my point of view, humour and irony include tragedy; they're two sides of the same coin.
It's pleasant and bothersome and embarrassing all at once. Especially when you haven't done much and are a celebrity.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e'en in the midst of fear. [It., Bello in si bella vista anco e l'orrore, E di mezzo la tema esce il diletto.]
I fear only that which I love, says man, according to Montaigne. Woman replies: I love only that which I fear.
Sometimes you hate villains, but you love that you hate them, and it finds this happy medium where you enjoy the process of loathing them so much that you want them to be there. It's such a weird, twisted thing that our minds do.
We do not want joy and anger to neutralize each other and produce a surly contentment; we want a fiercer delight and a fiercer discontent. We have to feel the universe at once as an ogre's castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return to at evening.
Whenever I get happy, I always have a terrible feeling.
Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.
We thought humble and proud at the same time, all at once in love again with this painful bittersweet lovely thing called flight.
Dread is a sympathetic antipathy and an antipathetic sympathy.
I'm sad, but I'm laughing.
And remember, it's also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.
Sadness is not always the worst feeling. Sometimes it's a really pleasurable thing to be overwhelmed with sadness.
I like films that are so funny, dramatic and lifelike simultaneously, that you are laughing and cringing simultaneously all throughout the film.
