I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

The heart that can no longer love passionately, must with fury hate

Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

i never tasted the sweetness of your love. all i know is the bitterness of your hate...