Quotes About Hate

Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.

The war was about vanity, he said. It was about old men who couldn't look in the mirror anymore and so they sent the young out to die. Was was a get-together of the vain. They wanted it simple--hate your enemy, know nothing of him.

The average human's mind was a tidal wave of contradictory emotions unbounded by intellect or calculation. Love, hate, fear, greed, lust—all fighting for dominance, advancing and retreating, controlling and justifying every action and reaction.

People need hardship. They need something to struggle against. Someone to hate and feel superior to. Without those things they lose their identity and sense of purpose.

Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotion made the ply of human life.

though romantic, he was singularly methodical and detested nothing so much as a ball of string on the floor

The poet was forced to be passionate or bitter, unless indeed he chose to "hate women," which meant more often than not that he was unattractive to them.

I love and I hate. I desire one thing only.

Everything he saw was distasteful to him. He hated the blue and white, the intensity and definiteness, the hum and heat of the south; the landscape seemed to him as hard and as romantic as a cardboard background on the stage, and the mountain but a wooden screen against a sheet painted blue. He walked fast in spite of the heat of the sun.

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying.

My patient was one of those singular and unfortunate people who regard their heart ("a hollow, muscular organ," according to the gruesome definition in Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, which Pnin's orphaned bag contained) with a queasy dread, a nervous repulsion, a sick hate, as if it were some strong slimy untouchable monster that one had to be parasitized with, alas.

L'autre soir un air froid d'opéra m'alita; Son félé -- bien fol est qui s'y fie! Il neige, le décor s'écroule, Lolita! Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie? Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying.

I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

Serve—and hate will die unborn. Love—and chains are broken.

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.

Wraith rolled his eyes. If there was anything he hated more than cryptic shit, it was fate shit.

As D. H. Lawrence trenchantly put it, "Hate is not the opposite of love, the opposite of love is individuality.

J!m squinted his first hate of the day.

Major success feels a bit like a coronation. Like I'd become a king. I was one of the most famous people in the world, loved and hated in equal measure. I couldn't see anything bad with it. It made me a happy person.

And you can't do anything without God. God hates us, you know. That's why so many believe we have to love Him so much. What feeble goddamned pussies we are.

That's the thing about people who think they hate computers. What they really hate is lousy programmers.

Fear is the brother of hate.

People hate the truth. Luckily, the truth does not care.

People hate the truth. Luckily, the truth doesn't care.