The Opposite Of Love Is Indifference Novels & Stories

Eason groaned. “He just wants what’s best,” Nyla said. “Yeah, best for him,” Eason scowled. “You’ll learn, Nyla, that the only person my dad cares about is himself. The rest is just an act.” Suddenly Edmond’s coldness took on a new meaning: indifference. Conflicted on whether or not to believe Eason, Nyla stayed silent. “Well, let’s get started.” Ticking them off on his fingers as he spoke, Eason explained, “The basic emotions of human beings are sadness, love, happiness, fear, disgust, and anger.”

You should also be primed to set foot through the hurricane's gaze. They have said that even if you love wholeheartedly, you will indeed be damaged though since love is inversely paralleled to emotional turmoil. But, as far as I can tell, when you love, you neglect to mention both the significance and the adrenaline rush of suffering. Love will no longer be approximately equal to distress, and they will therefore be sampling points. Near, but then never fondling. Love will also not be tarnished by adversity and setbacks.

Another dot – a dash, another dash dash and another dot – she could feel Albert’s eyes go wide in shock. She repeated it. ‘I love you’ in morse. And then suddenly, Albert was laughing and crying, “You never fail to surprise me, my star” ‘My star’ was his endearment to her back when they were just children. He first saw her under the moon on a starless sky, so he said that she was probably the star, as she shone bright in the darkness. It felt good to be called like that again after so long. “I have no choice then? You stubborn woman, I love you so much” and then finally added, “Rest well, my love”

said Jacob leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table before resting his chin on his joint fingers " There is no such thing as love , its all about want and need , do you think that people actually fall in love with their partners ? They don't , its more like a selection of the best possible specimen they can get - comprising all the features that will satisfy their needs and desires . If love really existed why would we need things like divorce and separation or is your love so weak that its fades in just a few years of togetherness ?" " What's wrong with you ?" There was so much hurt in that little speech of his that I didn't even knew where to begin .What exactly would make a

He also said he did not hate me again? Why did he even hate me before? Maybe because I'm poor or... maybe because I'm rude. If he didn't hate me, does that mean he likes me? Wait! the opposite of hate is like right? I paused my bicycle and stepped down. I want to examine how he reacted yesterday. If the opposite of hate is like? So when Raymond said; "Alice, I did not hate you, he actually meant, Alice I like you, right? " Huh! Can he like me?

"I hate to say it but our argument wasn't leading anywhere. "I've lived a life without compassion and kindness. Those who ought to have loved me never did, never gave me the time of the day even. I've seen people who claimed to love others but yet did the most inhumane things to them without even an ounce of remorse. So maybe, love isn't everything. Kindness and compassion is" she snorted.

And ripped my heart out. “I just don’t care anymore.” The words hit like a blade. Like a slow, brutal cut right across my chest. I stared at her, trying to find the lie, trying to find anything that would tell me she wasn’t serious. But there was nothing. Not anger. Not pain. Not even resentment. All she exuded was just a cold indifference. Like she had already made peace with this. As if she had already let me go. And that was worse than hatred. Because hatred meant there was still something. There's always a thin line between love and hate. But she was empty.

Not love. Possibility.

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.

she said as she looked away. "Someone is bothering you Susanna. Would you wanna share it with me?" "I rather not". She loves him. She loves him so much. She had always loved him and still love him. She didn't know why but she suddenly felt what she had always felt for him. Love. She still had that soft spot for him. The true enemy of love is when emotional indifference takes command of logic; for only when love takes command of logic can good choices be made. Indeed, love in command of both our higher logic and our primitive drive is humanity’s hero-mode.