Quotes About Hate

We are not pleasant people here, for the story of war is always the story of hate; it makes no difference with whom one fights. The hate destroys you Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Agnes Newton Keith Three Came Home

You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.

La Rochefoucauld'un dedi?i gibi: "Si on juge l'amour par la plupart de ses effets, il ressemble plus a la haine qu'a l'amitié" "A?k? yapt??? etkilerin ço?una göre de?erlendirirsek, bize arkada?l?ktan çok nefret gibi görünecektir.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

tell me how one soberly hates people—I don't think I know.' Oliver: Well, you can't love a mob, surely to goodness? Because that's to be one of them, chattering and scolding and snivelling and cheering—maudlin drunk if you like. I learned to be soldier enough to hate a mob. There's discipline in heaven…

Two major motives fuel the spree killer's final, hate-filled act: revenge against the world and a desire to show that—all evidence to the contrary—he is a person to be reckoned with. Tormented by his failure to achieve those things that seem to come so easily to others—satisfying work, loving relationships—he will prove that he is special in at least one regard: in his power to wreak havoc.

When forgiveness experts talk in binary language ("You either forgive the wrongdoer or you are a prisoner of your own anger and hate"), they are collapsing the messy complexity of human emotions into a simplistic dichotomous equation.

Usually we hate things or people with which we have some emotional involvement.

The Welfare ration cards took care of everything, everything that kept you alive and just alive enough to hate it.

The real point is that you cannot harbor malice toward others and then cry foul when someone displays intolerance against you. Prejudice tolerated is intolerance encouraged. Rise up in righteousness when you witness the words and deeds of hate, but only if you are willing to rise up against them all, including your own. Otherwise suffer the slings and arrows of disrespect silently.

When love is suppressed hate takes its place.

learned a long time ago that any kind of hate turns inward and ruins a person.

The sage said, 'The best thing is not to hate anyone, only to love.' That is the only way out of it. As soon as you have forgiven those whom you hate, you have gotten rid of them. Then you have no reason to hate them you just forget.

He who is of lower evolution cannot love a higher object. But a person of higher evolution can love the lower as well as the higher. He who once loves cannot hate. The one who hates is he who cannot appreciate.

I hate you, Jesse!" she reminded him. To her surprise, he smiled a slow, anguished, crooked smile. "I know," he said, and added very softly, "and I still love you.

At Pre cognicent and intuitive witchcraft there is a state beyond love and hate or light and dark or measure of any kind or language/ description of any kind not even future. It is a still, non moving, non acknowledging, non needing, catatonic existence, a sort of damned place but also enlightened calm state of self.

Origin came before intent, our consciousness, source, love, hate, light, dark, speed, power or measure. Therefore our origin is or maybe unknown or even gone forever without us knowing or ever knowing.

That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate.

It is curious, too, that though the modern man in the street is a robot, and incapable of love he is capable of an endless, grinding, nihilistic hate: that is the only strong feeling he is capable of; and therein lies the danger of robot-democracy and all the men in the street, they move in a great grind of hate, slowly but inevitably.

People's reactions to opera the first time they see it is very dramatic; they either love it or they hate it. If they love it, they will always love it. If they don't, they may learn to appreciate it, but it will never become part of their soul.

The children of the prophets of the Lord, Prince, priest, and people, spurned by zealot hate. Hounded from sea to sea, from state to state, The West refused them, and the East abhorred. No anchorage the known world could afford.

What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession.

No, I don't mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression. It grows in us, that fear. It grows in us year by year.

The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.