I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

Quote by August Strindberg

Topics: Famous Love Quotes, Love Quotes

Friendship can only exist between persons with similar interests and points of view. Man and...

Friendship can only exist between persons with similar interests and points of view. Man and...

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

People are constantly clamoring for the joy of life. As for me, I find the...

People are constantly clamoring for the joy of life. As for me, I find the...

That is the thankless position of the father in the family - the provider for...

That is the thankless position of the father in the family - the provider for...

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the...

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the...

Society is madhouse whose wardens are the officials and the police

Society is madhouse whose wardens are the officials and the police

Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural...

Why is it so painful to watch a person sink? Because there is something unnatural...

I dream, therefore I exist.

I dream, therefore I exist.

People are constantly clamoring for the joy of life. As for me, I find the...

People are constantly clamoring for the joy of life. As for me, I find the...

People who keep dogs are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.

People who keep dogs are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.

A man with a so-called character is often a simple piece of mechanism; he has...

A man with a so-called character is often a simple piece of mechanism; he has...

I always disliked dogs, those protectors of cowards who lack the courage to fight an...

I always disliked dogs, those protectors of cowards who lack the courage to fight an...

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out,...

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out,...

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins...

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins...