Quotes About Hate

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

You know how cunningly mankind is planned: We have one loving and one hating hand. The loving's made to hold each other like, While with the hating other hand we strike.

Some countries you love. Some countries you hate. Canada is a country you worry about.

For men love what they cannot have, and hate what they cannot control.

I don't believe in Jesus or God. But I do believe that fundamentalists in religion or anything else are bad, and that they have more hate than love.

Very often, when you're playing people who love each other, or who hate each other, you manufacture those feelings. You have to do that a lot.

True love hates and will not bear delay.

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you're confusing your emotions.

I love N.Y.C.! I cant think of any individual that hates New York.

To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

Each of us, I suppose needs his illusions. Life after death. A maker of planets. A woman to love, a man to hate. Something sacred. But what a waste.

I like all films whether it's dark or light, love, hate, whatever it is, I enjoy it.

Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and to let out Hate, And anger at living and scorn of Fate, To let in Life, and to let out Death.

Spread outward. Crack the round dome. Break through. Have liberty not as the air within a grave Or down a well. Breathe freedom, oh, my native, In the space of horizons that neither love nor hate.

Anytime you get hate, send out love. Then love will come back & you'll be free.

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.