Out on the wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy: Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me, When I needed to possess you? I hated you. I loved you, too.

I hated you because you reminded me of...how I once was...of what I lost.

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself.

I hate and love. Why I do so, perhaps you ask. I know not, but I feel it, and I am in torment.

Just as he still cared more for her than for any other creature, so did he more intensely and frequently hate her.

Incompatibility. And besides, I think she hated me.

im feeling what im feeling, i love him but i hate him for that, now that your gone. i feel like i need to see all the time, all i want is you, to come back and for you to know that i love you

Believe it or not — it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais!

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

You said I killed you-haunt me, then! [...] Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

You can bloody hate someone and still wish they gave a shit about you and hate yourself for wishing it.

Underneath it all, you longed to be annihilated by love...

When you made me into another, I left you with me.