A Quote by Leo Buscaglia

The oppposite of Love is not Hate - it's apathy. — © Leo Buscaglia
The oppposite of Love is not Hate - it's apathy.
The oppposite of love is not hate. Hate is just love gone bad. The actual oppposite of love is apathy. When you don't care a damn as to what happens to the other person.
...the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn. If somebody hates me, they must "feel" something ... or they couldn't possibly hate. Therefore, there's some way in which I can get to them.
Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.
The opposite of love is not hate, its apathy, when u simply don't bother about that person!
I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.
Let us consider the polarity of love and hate.... Now, clinical observation shows not only that love is with unexpected regularityaccompanied by hate (ambivalence), and not only that in human relationships hate is frequently a forerunner of love, but also that in many circumstances hate changes into love and love into hate.
One cricket said to another - come, let us be ridiculous, and say love! love love love love love let us be absurd, woman, and say hate! hate hate hate hate hate and then let us be angelic and say nothing.
The opposite of love is apathy, and hate is really the same as love-if your so consumed with hatred for someone, you might as well be loving them because your thinking about them for the same amount of time.
Some people confuse acceptance with apathy, but there's all the difference in the world. Apathy fails to distinguish between what can and what cannot be helped; acceptance makes that distinction. Apathy paralyzes the will- to- action; acceptance frees it by relieving it of impossible burdens.
No matter what, we always have the power to choose hope over despair, engagement over apathy, kindness over indifference, love over hate.
Love me or hate me, it's one or the other. Always has been. Hate my game, my swagger. Hate my fadeaway, my hunger. Hate that I'm a veteran. A champion. Hate that. Hate it with all your heart. And hate that I'm loved, for the exact same reasons.
Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another, and so on.
To tell the truth is an act of love. To withhold the truth is an act of hate. Or worse, apathy.
One can write out of love or hate. Hate tells one a great deal about a person. Love makes one become the person. Love, contrary to legend, is not half as blind, at least for writing purposes, as hate. Love can see the evil and not cease to be love. Hate cannot see the good and remain hate. The writer, writing out of hatred, will, thus, paint a far more partial picture than if he had written out of love.
The principal difference between love and hate is that love is a irradiation, and hate is a concentration. Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the object of its hatred.
Tonight love and hate met in St. Louis. And love outnumbered the hate, in poetic thousands. Hate left. But love stayed. + Together, we sang.
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