It was always like this. When you spoke the truth, they hated you. The more you talked about love, the more they hated you.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate — it’s apathy. It’s not giving a damn.

Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's.

I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.

Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly."I love you," the voice whispered back.

You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.

Are we not all flung into the world for no other purpose than to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and one another?

I am not used to hating. Hate sits heavy on my heart. It reeks. I can smell it rotting my insides and I taste it on my tongue.

Being here alone with nothing to do, I've been thinking about myself too. Trying to understang why I hate myself so badly.

But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.

Love yourself as you love your neighbour. If you love your neighbour with a heavy heart, love yourself too with a heavy heart.

My hate is stronger than the dimensions, stronger than memory, stronger than time. My hate is now the truest part of who I am.

With every drop of my blood I hate and execrate every form of tyranny, every form of slavery. I hate dictation. I love liberty.