Novel & Cerita Opposite Of Love Is Indifference

“I heard that he killed an Omega for just mentioning my name. Maybe you are too unperceptive or gullible to have missed that he erected a wall in his mind whenever I was close to not making you feel what he felt. I know him better than anyone. The moment you ask him, he will tell you that he did it because he didn’t want you to feel his anger towards me, but I know better.” Rolling my eyes, I turn around with the conviction not to turn back to her, and she raises her voice, ascertaining that I will hear every one of her last words loud and clear. “But hate is not the opposite of love, Luna Artemisia. It’s indifference. As long as he is angry, that’s okay for me as it proves to me that he sti

Not! “If God doesn’t punish you, then I will retaliate against you.” “That’s funny. How, pray tell, would you get even with me? Tell me, eh?” “The cruelest revenge is not hatred. It is indifference. I no longer have any feelings for you. You are nothing to me. If you died today, I would not even waste my time spitting on your grave. And no matter what you do, you can’t hurt me; not anymore, because my heart is dead!”

This is the funniest antonym. Love means to understand the other person, to respect him, and even in the worst moments to continue to be there. Supporting them.

The drive suddenly made him feel alone as he remembered his friends' happy faces, full of love and satisfaction. Maybe because of the solemn music playing on the radio or maybe because he's just feeling alone, his mind began drifting off to the time when he was as happy as them... as in love as them. He sighed as he remembered how that kind of love turned into hatred. Hatred that made him finally decide to leave. Hatred that consumed him to the point of losing himself. Justine sighed once more as the memories that he had deeply buried went knocking once again, wanting to be remembered even after all these years.

She walk away with out a backward glance. "She really hates me Frank!" Douglas said sadly. "No! It's not that. It is just the working of a woman's mind just don't stop to win her favor she will get around. For what it's worth there's a thin line between love and hate. You will be anxious if she does react to your presence, it means she doesn't care. Indifference is the opposite of love remember that."

I asked as our day together came to an end and I was driving back to the house. "Love is the only word with thousands of descriptions. It doesn't have just one meaning, my child. Love is putting someone else's needs before yours. Love is understanding and respect. Love is kindness and admiration. Love is joy, laughter and humility. It's never unkind and boastful, or hurtful or painful. Love is everything good and nothing bad."

'While discovering the others, we get to know ourselves, find inner peace, and, so acquire poise and self-reliance to face up to the undisclosed or anonymous, out there. You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference. When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they

I could barely breathe because of too many emotions swirling inside me. But in the end, I decided to cut everything before I could say anything further that would hurt me more than him. “I want to go home.” He didn’t say anything but he complied. He started the car and drove away. Good. I kept my face to the window. My crying had stopped. And yet, something in me had gone quiet in a different way. They say the opposite of love is hatred. They are wrong. It’s indifferent. And this was exactly what I wanted to feel at the moment. And yet, it still stung.

“But can you just kill the love that is within people?” “See un-loving someone is an art, I don’t help people to kill the love within them I just help them detach that feeling of love from the person they are feeling it for help them to transform the best times they spend together into a beautiful memory that they could revisit anytime they want and feel a sense of happiness rather than regret, It helps you celebrate the love that you once shared but also gives you strength to stop yourself from going after that love by imagining it as a fairytale which would never happen again” “Wow that’s just so much philosophy for one day”

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.