Quotes About Hate

preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place.

Che errore pensare all'odio come qualcosa che infiamma. E' l'amore che arde, l'odio può soltanto raggelare.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak. --from Lesbos, written 18 October 1962

God, I scream for time to let go, to write, to think. But no. I have to exercise my memory in little feats just so I can stay in this damn wonderful place which I love and hate with all my heart. And so the snow slows and swirls, and melts along the edges. The first snow isn't good for much. It makes a few people write poetry, a few wonder if the Christmas shopping is done, a few make reservations at the skiing lodge. It's a sentimental prelude to the real thing. It's picturesque & quaint.

But you will never take a walk. You will never be alone. And you hate him because he has deprived you of that: - - walks and aloneness. And you hate him because he is a boy.

Once you cross the line to hate, disappointment is irrelevant; it's a given. If you hate someone, you're only too happy to have them disappoint you. It proves a point.

Have I mentioned that I hate it when you're right?, she asked instead. Alanna shook her head. No, I don't believe you have. As far as I could tell, you never thought I was right.

Flat or round, there has always been hate in the world.

Just because the truth disturbs someone doesn't make speaking that truth hate speech.

Your lives have always been about the Great Romance, and in the days to come you will understand that like never before. Your love will be tested. Others will join you. Some will leave the circle. Some will die. All of you will suffer. The Horde will hate you because their hearts have been stolen and their eyes have been blinded by the Shataiki. But if you keep your eyes on me until the end...the lake will seem tame compared to what awaits us.

His eyes held a subtle light that she could not mistake for anything other than true attraction. The kind that mere friends did not share. She hated it. She loved it. She hated that she loved it.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there's only death

I realize myself that hate wastes a lot of time and energy and I would rather re-direct any energy that I have to good and positive use.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another.

This is the meaning of poverty: when you have nothing better to do than to hate somebody who, just exactly like yourself, has nothing better to do than to pick on you instead of trying to figure out how come there's nothing better to do.

So how do you make your exit?" she asked. "In a puff of smoke? Or do you just vaporize?" He grinned at her. "Much as I hate to be a crushing disappointment to you, I reckon I'll just take the door.

Love is the Yen to Hate. Hate is the Yang to Love. The first nurtures and is good for your overall being while the latter destroys not only you, but everyone and everything else around you. - STRONG: Powerful Philosophy for Timeless Thoughts by Kailin Gow

Tarvek: How are you even still moving ? Zola: HATE! Hate and drugs! Lovely, lovely drugs! I'm a beautiful, chemical killing machine!

Tarvek: You came running in and saw someone you hate and fear trying to kill her – of course you reacted. Gil: I do not fear you. Tarvek: Really? You should.

We do not have any genuine knowledge of those whom we hate.

Gone was the slightest implication of compassion if it had ever existed before. "I have seen young boys burned alive," he said. "I have seen Iranian and Iraqi boys tearing each other literally with their nails and teeth. It is raging hate against raging hate.

Youth are the power that dictators hate