Novel & Cerita Hate Or Love Me Quotes

I sobbed, recalling the expression on everyone’s faces. “No one hates you. They’re just disappointed with you, and you will have to earn everyone’s trust.”, he said, wiping my tears again. “Why…why are you … acting … so sweet with… me? Don’t you … hate me already?” “Martin Luther King Jr. once said, ‘Returning hate for hate multiples hate, adding deeper darkness devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, and only love can do that.’ The night when I chose you as my chosen mate, I swear to Moon Goddess that I would bring you the right place by hook or by crook. Because if you were stubborn, then I was stubborn too.”

There was silence for a few minutes, he then stood up and came to my front. "Remember someone once said…you can do something, anything, and everything if you want to". I cursed silently how was that helping? This stranger had just ruined my mission! He doesn't even know why I would take such an act. I tried to close my eyes,, but something drew me to this man, it was his smile. From his posture, he looked like a handsome young man, and his smile had said it all. This guy was a weirdo, he stretched his arm towards me to get up and leave. We didn't even know each other, yet I must say he was a foe and hero at the same time. I reject his offer by standing up by myself to show that I wasn't a we

“Hate is easier to control than love.” Then he walked past me. Leaving the words behind like a warning… or a promise.

My stomach dropped even as the words left my mouth. Why did I say that? My rage and the pain had driven me to a level of insanity. He paused to tilt his head down at me. “You don’t know what hate is, Saria. If you did when you said such things, it’d be that much more lovely.” “I do hate you. I’ve learned enough of what it is, to know I feel it for you.” “If you can hate me then you could learn to love me. Give me all the things I want without ropes or chains.”

Once he understood a wide arrogant smirk made its way to his lips as she glared at him with anger. .................................................. "They say love nullifies hate, I say hate is a catalyst to love" ......................................................

It’s better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not. I never care about people, I only care for myself. But everything changed when I found love, once in my life I truly believe in love. I find someone who can completely turn me around, I tell her things that I’ve never shared with another soul and she absorbs everything I say and actually wants to hear more.

"I don't hate you. I hate myself. You shouldn't love me." I wanted to laugh. To Cry. To scream. "Just love me until the day we die. I will never leave you. I want your children. I will raise them as my own. If you share stories of their mother, I will make sure they never forget her. I will never forget her."

“I’m here, Austin, and I’m not leaving you. Don’t push me away anymore. We’re past that now. I know all of you and you can’t change that.” “I’m scared that one day … One day I will be the person they tried to make me. Don’t you get that? I’m scared … I’ll hurt you one day. I’m so fucking scared.” “You won’t.” His eyes shot open, locking onto mine with a desperation for answers. “You don’t know that.” I did know. I knew with every part of me. “You love me,” I said simply. “You have what they didn’t. You have love. We have love. Every time you feel that hate, think of me, and I’ll give you love. Always.”

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”