Quotes About Hate

I think of Madoc, dozing away upstairs, all his dreams of murder. I think of Oriana and Oak being forced apart for years. I think of Cardan and how he will hate me. I think of what it means to make myself the villain of the piece. "For the next full minute, I command you not to move," I whisper back.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you.

She gives me a glare fit to singe hair. "Make me a promise that this is going to save Oak's life." "I promise," I tell her. "And make me another promise that it's not going to cost you yours." I nod. "It won't." "Liar," she says. "You're a dirty liar and I hate it and I hate this." "Yeah," I say. "I know." At least she didn't say she hated me, too.

Kiss me again,¨ he says, drunk and foolish. ¨Kiss me until I am sick of it.¨ I feel those words, feel them like a kick to the stomach. He sees my expression and laughs, a sound of full mockery. I cant tell which of us he´s laughing at. ¨He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.¨

I picture the High Queen as she was in that final battle, blood flecked across her face. Chopping off the head of the serpent who'd been her beloved, even if it doomed her side to failure, all to save a land that despised her. Now, that was hate that was somehow also hope.

I wasnt kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasnt sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that i would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone---truly gone beneath the waves---I hated myself as i never have before.

I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all. Even if by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them.

Enjoy your conversation." Maybe they will. They both hate me. That gives them something in common.

Tell me you hate me.' 'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.' He kisses me harder. 'I hate you. I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

Sobre todo te odio porque pienso en ti. A menudo. Es repulsivo, pero no puedo evitarlo.

When I look at her, I am filled with the same hate and fear that paralyzed me throughout my childhood. And yet, there is fresh madness in her yellow eyes. She is not the same as she was when I saw her last. And disturbingly, I see myself in her. Resentful, and trapped, and full of thwarted desire. The worst parts of me, and all my worst potential.

I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone- truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

You really hate me don't you?" he asks, his smile growing "Almost as you hate me," I say

Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

The song he sings is of lost places and homes so far away that they are no longer home. He sings of love so intense it is indistinguishable from hate, and chains that are like riddles of old, no longer holding him, yet unbroken.

I think of his horror at his own desire when I brought my mouth to his, the dagger in my hand, edge against his skin. The toe-curling, corrosive pleasure of that kiss. It felt as though I was punishing him- punishing him and myself at the same time. I hated him so much.

Hate that was so bright and hot that it was the first thing that truly warmed him. Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

It would be safer if I hated him. Since I cannot, perhaps it is good that he now hates me.

mi vuoi veramente" gli dico, così vicina da sentire il calore del suo respiro. "e odi volerlo".

Le odio tanto que a veces, cuando lo miro, me cuesta respirar.

Achilles glared at him and answered, "Fool, prate not to me about covenants. There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out an through. Therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall

Men bow before the power of genius; they hate it, and try to slander it, because genius does not divide the spoil; but if genius persists, they bow before it.