“I hate you!''That's good. Hate is a passionate emotion.”

“Hate is a passionate emotion.”

“I hate myself for liking you.”

“I hate you for making me want you so much.(Edward)”

“You…made…me…faint,” I accused him dizzily.“What am I going to do with you?” he groaned in exasperation. “Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!”I laughed weakly, letting his arms support me while my head spun.“So much for being good at everything,” he sighed.“That's the problem.” I was still dizzy. “You're too good. Far, far too good.”

“I didn’t want to see this, didn’t want to think about this. I didn’t want to imagine him inside her. I didn’t want to know that something I hated so much had taken root in the body I loved.Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 9, p.174”

“This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?”