The Opposite Of Love Is Indifference Novels & Stories

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."

Maddox questioned, standing in the doorway of their room. "Oh, Babe! Lucy is not 18! That's why she left, that's why she didn't accept him. She can't feel the mate bond. She knows he's her Mate, but she holds no love or loyalty to him. Basically no pull or draw to be near him. To her, he is just some sexy guy." "Well Fuck me!" Maddox breathes out as he sits on the bed. "Hurry Axel, let's do the spell, so we can find Lucy and explain everything to her and alpha Killian."

In response, I drew the blankets up higher, tucked my hands inside and turned to the side, facing away from him. Several minutes passed before he spoke again, his voice hoarse. “You’re so cruel.” ***************************** Soon after Lucas left, I’d walked out of the room and somehow managed to find myself on the roof of the hospital. There were no benches anywhere in sight and the glass barrier looked far too delicate for me to lean on, so I’d picked a corner and made do with it. “Elena, do you know?” Lucas’ last words echoed in my head, bringing with them a fresh round of headaches. “The opposite of love isn’t hatred, It’s indifference. Does this mean there’s truly no hope for me?”

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

But now, I knew that was a load of bullshit. All the love I’d had for this man had evaporated like a flash in the pan. What I felt was deeper than hate, but no such word existed in any language to describe it exactly. I also felt indifference, because he could drop dead, and I wouldn’t feel anything more than relief. I had been married to this man for years, and now I wanted him dead.

Perhaps I love her, yet there is something deep inside me that compels me to despise her. That right there is love, alpha..." Dillon spoke in a murmur. The opposite of loving someone is to hate them; this is the nature of the relationship between the two. He continued by saying, "You can't just tell someone that you detest them without a deeper explanation coming from their mouth," which was an additional point he made. "Love is not all about what we feel; it's all about how we can make that person stay with us till the end," said Robert Frost. "Love is not all about what we feel."

It makes you do crazy things, things you probably shouldn’t do. The opposite of love is hate. Hate is a feeling we all know and some of us encounter it on a daily basis. It makes you cold and unfeeling, it crushes your soul and changes who you are. If you allow it in, hate can be more powerful than love. It’s easier to hate than to love. Up to this point I’ve never hated anyone and I had plenty of reasons to hate, to be angry, to want more, to expect more. Being driven is not a bad thing, unless the drive inside of you takes over, because then, you lose yourself to it.

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

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."

“That he still doesn’t understand.” A pause. “He thinks the problem was the sacrifice itself.” Another pause. “But it wasn’t.” Ariana frowned slightly. “Then what was it?” Oliver finally looked at her. “The problem was believing human lives could be reduced to acceptable loss calculations.” The words landed heavily. Because suddenly— that was the real difference between him and Elias. Not intelligence. Not strategy. Humanity. Elias believed emotions interfered with logic. Oliver learned that removing emotion destroyed morality. Another message appeared.