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Quote by Jodi Picoult

“You cannot hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.”

Work

In this suspenseful tale, a young woman and her family vanish without a trace, leaving behind a trail of questions and intrigue. The story unfolds as the protagonist, a determined detective, investigates the mysterious circumstances surrounding the disappearance, uncovering secrets and lies along the way. more

Author

Jodi Picoult

Jodi Picoult is an American best-selling author known for her emotionally rich and engaging novels. Her works often revolve around family, legal, and moral dilemmas, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

“George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice and Marit, and, last of all, hatred of Dr. Gharn, who had started it all. But the hatred swayed to pity. Then to hopelessness. Then back to anger. Every once in a great while, he felt a moment of peace, usually when he caught a glimpse of Beatrice and Marit together. He loved them both in different ways. But that could not be. He turned away, and the cycle began again.”

Love Hate Despair Anger Moody Mood Swings Conflicting Emotions Mixed Emotions Vicious Circle Emotional Upheaval

Book:The Princess and the Hound

Source: The Princess and the Hound

“My body flopped to the ground as I realized my doom. I was in love. Finally. It’s what every girl dreams about from the moment she starts dreaming, to fall in love and be in love. Well I was in love, and I hated it.”

Love Dream Hate

Book:Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter

Source: Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter

“Something had lubricated us. Something had washed us clean. I understood, and at the same minute I understood that that they all understood, too. Hate had passed away, and in its place was the other word that's just as big. ("Golden Baby")”

Love Hate

Author:Alice Brown

“Se un uomo delle SS dovesse prendermi a calci fino alla morte io alzerei ancora gli occhi a guardarlo in viso, e mi chiederei, con un'esperessione di sbalordimento misto a paura, e per puro interesse nei confronti dell'umanità: Mio Dio, ragazzo, che cosa mai ti è capitato nella vita di tanto terribile da spingerti a simili azioni? Quando qualcuno mi rivolge parole di odio – e questo, in ogni caso, non succede spesso – non provo mai la tentazione di rispondere con l'odio, ma sprofondo improvvisamente nell'altro, in una sorta di disorientamento doloroso e al contempo interrogativo, e mi chiedo perché l'altro sia così, dimenticando me stessa.”