Quotes About Hate

Nothing that would invent a mosquito is worthy of anything but hate.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love , really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... pride , or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness.

everybody saying O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that, how do you know he doesnt hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done

O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that, how do you know he doesn't hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done tho of course that's not true

In the basement, with Ruth, I began to learn that anger, hate, fear and loneliness are all one button awaiting the touch of just a single finger to set them blazing toward destruction.

In the basement, with Ruth, I began to learn that anger, hate, fear and loneliness are all one button awaiting the touch of just a single finger to set them blazing toward destruction. And I learned that they can taste like winning.

Their hate bound them together as love could never bind.

Why should he not hate them? He never asked himself the question. He knew only hate and lost himself in the passion of it. Life had become a hell to him. He had not been made for the close confinement wild beasts endure at the hands of men. And yet it was in precisely this way that he was treated. Men stared at him, poked sticks between the bars to make him snarl, and then laughed at him.

As a heel, you get to make twists and turns that really sell that character so that you can get that genuine kind of heat from people that want to hate you.

Just as many people that love me, hate me, too. I get really mean, mean, mean, mean comments on Twitter, and it just comes with the territory.

In the streets, they're very nice. On Twitter, there are people who love to hate me. Sometimes people get mean. I tend to answer like, 'Careful now, know who you're dealing with...' They're like, 'I'm sorry! Don't send the Lord of Light after me!' It's fun to play with that.

All we need to remember is that Trump loves the hate. He thrives on criticism and insults. He delights in chaos and confusion. Taking to Twitter to call him names only fuels him and riles his base.

I've done a pretty good job of curating a Twitter feed that doesn't make me hate the world.

Those are serious questions of war and peace, of freedom or tyranny, whether or not there is ever going to be a hope of us instilling some democratic systems in a part of the world that frankly is breeding hate and destruction directed right at us.

Music is about truth, and truth contains the ugliness and the dark and evil and hate and sadness as well as the happiness and beauty and everything in between. Having all those extremes is itself a satisfying, positive thing.

It's really hard to truly want people who you hate to have the right to say whatever they want. And we all disguise the ugly self-centeredness of it.

Banning hate speech doesn't end racism or antisemitism. Social pressure does that. It becomes socially unacceptable.

Media Matters hates anyone, black or white, who is independent and unafraid to speak the truth - because they are children of the lie. Their father is Satan.

The novel is a thing of irony and ambiguity. That's at the heart of 'J', a world that has stopped arguing with itself. We have to keep our equilibrium of hate, which is argument. But on the Internet, you find a unanimity of response, and in 'J,' there's a fear of that, that discourse becomes a statement of political or ideological belief.

I was filled with hate and anger. But during my trial, something decisive happened: Amnesty International adopted me as a prisoner of conscience, and it was an unbelievable feeling to know that there is someone fighting for you on the outside. Amnesty's 'soft' approach made me seriously consider alternatives to revenge.

As a matter of fact, as a result of my philosophy, I wasn't even upset about Hitler. I was willing to go to war to knock him off, but I didn't hate him. I hated what he was doing.

No one hates war like a soldier hates war.

The man who hates war more than he hates the Nazis is a wicked man.