hatred [Theme] Page 117

Life is tough... she ignores us. Not that she hated us... no, but love us she does not like.

Love is measured by the measure of forgiveness
The soft - spoken farewell
And hatred with the power of disgust
You remember his promises.

You are not friends and never will be them. You will love each other till it kills you both. You will hate each other, fight with each other, to desire each other, but never be friends. Love it is impossible to run, my children.

Heaven and Hell are subject to magic, as all the species of living beings, beauty and ugliness, love and hatred.

From love is born hate. And hatred encroaches upon the love which once was born.

Hatred is a passionate feeling.

Hate is a strong, burning you up and taste so sweet.

The more I despised her the more I hated her, the more and more I wanted something to humiliate her.

If before I loved her, that day was the last - love is gone forever. Or if I didn't love her, that from that day in the shower I was born a hatred - you can say so.

My only love - the brainchild of my sole hatred.

Love and hate raging in my soul.
Maybe, why, you ask, I don't know.
But the power of these two passions
I feel and the heart all suffer.

Not olewicz who does not love himself, but he who loves himself too much. Itself should be moderate, to hate - it is the right degree.

When you love - you belongs the whole world. When you hate you even myself don't belong and only belong to one of hatred.

I hate everything about you,
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me,
Why do I love you?
I hate you all
So why do I love you?
I hate you all
So why do I love you?