Quotes About Contradiction

I do love you but I hate the evil inside of you

Never complete. Never whole.White skin and an African soul.

You told me how much you hate me when yesterday you told me how much you love me, what happen?

To really know someone is to havelove and hated him in turn.

I could never hate you as much as I love you.

Love is as irrational as hate and just as unpredictable.

How may I hate that which I love with such intensity of passion? How should I abhor that for which my every drop of blood is boiling?

You're everything I hate about the rock world and yet everything I love...

i love you, even you hate me

They say love and hate are closely tied, that they can turn at a moment's notice.

I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.

Love does as it undoes. It goes after with equal tenacity: joy and heartbreak. Her happiness was his unhappiness and that's the unfair way it was.

Nothing in my life has ever felt so good, yet hurt so achingly bad.

Life and love are never what you think they are.

You are the calmest, fiercest person I know, and that is enough to draw me into your world and woo me into your heart. I've always enjoyed a good paradox and puzzle. You are no exception.

..Breaking yet budding, dying yet living - standingamongst ruins and rage, reaching for possibilitiesplaying hard to get.

They tell you to forget about love while in the fact they are living for love

You know that I love you quite a lot --But sometimes... not. Sometimes not.I don't know why.I guess IJust hate you sometimes, Because sometimes I even hate myself, And she loves you.

I have always been loved and hated for the same reason and by the same people.

How can you love art, beauty, poetry, and hate life? That's like saying you love the ocean but hate water.

She has one hell of a dark soul, but damn, it's so full of light!

It almost contradicts itself, " she says after a moment. "It's as if there is love and loss at the same time, together in a kind of beautiful pain.

I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.

Every story is true and a lie. The true part of this one is: Love and the memory of love can't be drowned. The lie part is that this is a good thing.