Laurell K. Hamilton
Laurell K. Hamilton
Laurell Kaye Hamiltonis an American fantasy and romance writer. She is best known as the author of two series of stories...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth19 February 1963
CountryUnited States of America
hate emotion blind
Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.
hate eye laughing
His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people find my threats amusing.
fear hate anger
Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.
hate love-and-hate bitter
Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.
hate fire giving
Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.
hate love-you first-love
Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If you do not accept all of who you are, can you accept anyone else? Hard questions. It remains to be seen whether I get any answers, hard, or otherwise.
hate shoes shopping
I hate to shop. I consider it one of life's necessary evils, like brussels sprouts and high-heeled shoes.
fear hate hell
Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker.
hate dislike
We hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.
hate hatred way
Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.
hate real heart
To gain your heart's desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can't make the leap. And if you don't make the leap you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person from whom you've sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasn't real.
hate boys size
I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size 5. Anything under size 5 isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.
You give the reader a sense of a full meal.
growing
It was just you had to be strong, and if you weren't strong you're a victim and you're not going to make it. That was the reality when I was growing up.