A Quote by Cassandra Clare

You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once. — © Cassandra Clare
You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.
Not only are love and hate such closely related emotions, but it's a lot easier to hate someone you've cared about than someone you never have.
It's much easier to get over someone if you can delude yourself into thinking you never really cared that much.
My grandmother knew nothing about sports. She still didn't even when I went to the NBA. She never really cared too much about sports. She only cared about me being a good person.
Many people resented my impatience and honesty, but I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect.
Why me?" she asked, holding on to him. "Because you cared," he whispered. "You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You cared enough to save someone who wanted you dead. And because you walk like a queen.
If you loved once, and if you cared once, you never really stop. And if you build a true foundation, a true friendship, that never really goes away.
I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect.
I had to fight hard against loneliness, abuse, and the knowledge that any mistakes I made would be magnified because I was the only black man out there... I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect.
…my life has been a remarkable one. Maybe one day someone will write a book about me . . .” "I’ve never much cared for horror stories.
I also wanted my basketball players to know that I really cared about them. Forget basketball; as a person, I cared, I cared about their family.
I never cared what anyone thought about me.
We never really cared about all the things that other people cared about, you know? Like, people recognizing me on the street never interested me. I've always been kind of suspicious of the world, anyway, so it's pretty easy for me to live in my own little world.
I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, in a really rundown old house. I'd stay out till 8:30, 9:00 at night. Just blow in. My mom and dad never really cared much. It was okay. We were pretty free to roam. I mean, I had no concept of stopping play. It just didn't occur to anyone.
I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.
I remember thinking Democrats and liberals were the good guys. They cared about the little guy. They cared about poor people. They cared about minorities.
I was fortunate that I was an only child. I had two parents who I really cared about, and they cared about me, so I got off to a good start.
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