Quotes on I Hate You

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

Impossible is just an opinion.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

The opposite of love is not hate. It is fear.

You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.

I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.

Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had in months.

Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

I'm one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I'll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.

I think a lot of us are not on a path; we're in a rut. We have confused comfort with peace, belief with faith, safety with wisdom, wealth with blessing, and existence with life.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

"I hate you." My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me.She really did. "I love you," was all I could say in return. "You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." "I'm trying not to be.” Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.

There are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.