#ate

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#epiphany #hate #love #understanding #love

I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you. ↗

— John Green

#hazel-grace #john-green #love #tfios #love

When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#fear #hate #love #love

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk? ↗

— Gerard Way

#gun #hate #love #my-chemical-romance #my-way-home-is-through-you

Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't. ↗

— Elizabeth Scott

#hate-you #love #love-you #miss-you #love

I love my country, not my government. ↗

— Jesse Ventura

#bill-of-rights #constitution #despotism #freedom #government

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love. ↗

— David Mitchell

#love #religion #love

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#constantine #from #helen #paris #tales

I-just want you. I want you so bad, all the time. I know I shouldn't, I know I can't, I know it's wrong... but even when you're pissing me off, when you're reminding me of pain and despair and torture-it's there, the wanting. I'm tired of fighting it. I fight so many things, all the time, every day. I don't want to fight this. Not anymore. ↗

— Cate Tiernan

#immortal-beloved #love #love