Life is probably a tangle of love and hate permanently knotted together.

Commanded love of all men indiscriminately is an obliteration of distinction between love and hate, and therefore is not love at all.

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind

By its very nature, hate destroys and tears down; by its very nature, love creates and builds up.

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

El amor más intenso, quizá más débil que el odio, es una negociación, nunca concluyente, entre soledades.

As the best wine makes the sharpest vinegar, truest love can turn into truest nemesis.

Porque los rayos del amor y del odio atraviesan de un salto la más espesas selvas y los ríos más hondos.

I opened my mouth to exclaim about the puppies. They were beauty and joy and innocence made of flesh and fur, in an ugly time when fear and sadness and mistrust hung over the world like a sickly green tornado sky.