Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.
Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.
We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.
We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.
I'm afraid to win, and afraid to lose; I hate a draw and can't stop competing; otherwise I'm fine.
We can never at any time absorb more love than we're ready for.