Quotes About Hate

Courage is a value contracted for two types of emotions; love and hate, so all actions carried out by these are also the most sincere.

It is weakness which makes us hate an enemy and seek revenge, and it is idleness that pacifies us and causes us to neglect it.

To bewail the loss of a person we love is a happiness compared with the necessity of living with one we hate.

Men sometimes think they hate flattery, but they hate only the manner of flattering.

Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.

It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

He had, in his hearts, declared war on the dark child, but Lazlo was no warrior, and his hearts had no talent for hate.

It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented.

Hate could do that, too - live off nothing but itself - but not forever.

The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.

A person could be driven mad by hate. It was a force as destructive as any Mesarthim gift, and harder to end than a god. The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.

But the roots of their hate and fear were too deep, and Lazlo saw hints of revulsion as their confusion smeared one feeling into the next.

The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion--to close a door to one's own self and forget it was ever there.

She didn't take away his conflicting emotions, although she could have. She didn't make him not hate her. She left his hate there, right beside the love. She thought it was funny. And it wasn't… it wasn't dislike beside lust, or some trivial pale versions of hate and love. You see, it was hate.

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness - self-preservation of an uglier stripe. And thus did they harden themselves, by choosing to meet hate with hate.

The riddle is: How might a war end? Annihilation is one way. Joram's way. He did this, not you. You dreamed a different way. Akiva, too. You, the pair of you, you had the capacity not to hate. The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?

The function of hate […] was to stomp out compassion - to close a door in one's own self and forgot it was ever there.

as if hate were an atavism just waiting to resurface.

The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion—to close a door in one's own self and forget it was ever there. If you had hate, then you could see suffering—and cause it—and feel nothing except perhaps a sordid vindication.

For I hate, yet love thee, so, That, whichever thing I show, The plain truth will seem to be A constrained hyperbole, And the passion to proceed More from a mistress than a weed.

You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.

I hate Brooklyn.

Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)