“I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.”

“I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tortured.”

“I hate & love. And if you should ask how I do both,I couldn't say; but I feel it , and it shivers me.”

“I thought as much. Miss Murray, though I am a beast, do not think that I am stupid. I know that I am hideous and hateful. I am not loved, nor ever hope to be. Nor am I fool enough to think that what I feel for you is love.But in this world, alone, I do not hate you. And alone in this world, you do not hate me.”

“Odi et amo; quare fortasse requiris, nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. (my translation: I hate and I love, you ask why I do this, I do not know, but I feel and I am tormented)”

“I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without seeming inconsequential compared to how I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.”