Quotes About Hate

Odi et amo. Quare I'd faciam, fortasse requiris.

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. des fieri sentio et excrucior. I hate and I love. You may ask, why I do this. I do not know. But I sense that I do and it pains me.

And how I hated that term, politically incorrect, hated the shield it gave racists who got to label themselves politically incorrect, instead of admitting what they really were. Even to themselves.

Modern communication isn't about truth, it's about a resonant narrative. The myth about PR is that you will educate and inform people. No. The public wants to be told in a story who to like and who to hate.

The man that is dominated by Anger Doth not know what is seemly and seeth not the Law; That man whom Hate doth accompany, Becometh like unto murky darkness.

It's none of your nobility impelled me on my way. It's guilt and hate, and love and fear; these roused me forth each day. Nor had I any righteousness, no heaven-sent commission; A man's the sum of circumstance, of training, times, position.

Caution: psychiatrists. There are hundreds of psychiatrists in this story, and each of them has a catchphrase they repeat over and over. Reading this story will make you hate psychiatrists, even if you are a psychiatrist.

Do you know what hate feels like? Ten thousand pounds upon our shoulders. Every time that we are judged or we judge others, another pound is added, until our bodies are so heavy that we cannot move.

But maybe this is what happens when you hate someone for so long: the person you hate dies, but the hate stays with you, to keep you company.

When he did that, I didn't hate him anymore, I really didn't, and maybe this is why people do so many hateful things to the people that who love them: because it's so easy to stop hating someone if you've already started loving them.

There is something underwhelming about scholarly hate mail — the sad literary allusions, the refusal to use contractions – and so I didn't pay much attention to those letters at all.

Love, love: it was never as pure as you needed it to be. That was the good thing about hate. If you hated someone, really hated him, then you could wish him dead and never once worry that you would change your mind about it.

Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.

If not so tragic, it would be laughable. Both sides os blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see that they were all fighting for the same thing- for the men to leave this island. Insanity!

Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.

Allowing the momentary hijacking of our sense of self by random acts of fear or hate—call it guerrilla racism—is bad for us. Literally. The high rates of hypertension, stroke, and heart disease among African-American males bear brutal witness to the problem. Do not volunteer yourself as a casualty. Let those with the illness, those who caricature and misrepresent you, be the ones consumed.

Lacan even goes so far as to classify ignorance as a passion greater than love or hate: a passion not to know.

The politicians chose enemies so that they could bind their followers with hate and terror.

nothing trite in SNCC's founding statement: "Through nonviolence, courage displaces fear; love transforms hate. Acceptance dissipates prejudice, hope ends despair. Peace dominates war, faith reconciles doubt.

love transforms hate. Acceptance dissipates prejudice, hope ends despair. Peace dominates war, faith reconciles doubt.

All my life, I have been working with children whose lives were destroyed because their mothers hated them." 1981 re: cause of autism

Love heals violence and all its sources. Love only serves and does not calculate. Love gives without expectation, while hate carries an endless tally of debts. Hate controls everything it touches, but love sets everything it touches free.

We only hate the results of people. But people, Henry, aren't just results. They're a process.

But war is pain, and hate is woe.