Quotes About Hate

Winners gather together to fuel hope; losers gossip together to fuel hate.

I hate television. I hate it as much as peanuts. But I can't stop eating peanuts.

As Pascal wrote long ago, "Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true.

I am sure that the reason why I wept and stormed as if I had gone off my head was that the combination of physical exhaustion and my unhappiness had made me hate and resent everything.

Your failures make a hater happier than their own success.

Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.

I hated school. Hated it.

You both live in fantasy worlds of your own imagining, where you're the queen of the world and everyone does exactly as you expect, no matter how much they hate it. There has to be some give and take in marriage, you know.

You can't hold on, Zoe. Not to hate. Not even to love. You kill things that way. There's only one freedom. Forgiveness. And sometimes the hardest thing to do is to forgive yourself.

America's media seem utterly lacking in introspection. Do they understand why so many people hate them so? Do they care? Are they so smugly self-righteous and self-regarding they cannot see?

Somewhere at my center, with the madness I had locked away, I had sealed off the part of me that knew how to love. It was too close to the part of me that knew how to hate, and that was at the center of the madness. I had sealed them all away, leaving a dead place...

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

We'd spent years as adversaries, two predators sharing territory and a certain, unwelcome attraction. Somehow, during all those years I spent outwardly acquiescing to his demands while making sure I held my own, I'd won his respect. I'd had werewolves love me and hate me, but I'd never had one respect me before. Not even Samuel. Adam respected me enough to act on my suspicions. It meant a lot.

If our sociality motivates caring for others, it is also true that we are given to hate. We humans regularly derive pleasure from hating those we consider outsiders. We tend to find hating energizing.

Hate is the key. Hate is the driver. Hate is the fire that purifies the soldier. The soldier must hate .

But you can't make war personal, or you'll never make the right decisions.' 'And if you didn't make personal decisions, you wouldn't be a person. All war is personal somehow, isn't it? For somebody? Except it's usually hate.

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You can't hate something so violently unless a part of you also loves it.

A mystique of history and heritage surrounds the New York Yankees. It's like the old days revived. We're loved and hated, but always in larger doses than any other team. We're the only team in any sport whose name and uniform and insignia are synonymous with their entire sport all over the world.... the Yankees mean baseball to more people than all the other teams combined.

Seriously. All those times I said I hated you? I didn't. I realise that now. That hate was nothing. It was a microscopic semen stain on the hotel mattress of life. But this hate I feel now is so much more. It's bukkake-level compared to what came before.

Yes, I learned to hate, Peter, and that is worse than being sick, or starved, or thirsty, or in pain.

I have a confession to make. I hate voir dire. I despise prying into other people's lives because I wouldn't want them prying into mine.

Don't let anyone tell you that the truth can't disappear. If I believe in anything, rather than God, is that I am part of something that goes all the way back to Antigone, and that whatever speaks the truth of our hearts can only make us stronger. Can only give us the power to counter the hate and bigotry and heal this addled world. Just remember: You are not alone.

Organized religion is the school of hate, and never more exultant in its righteous indignation than when it talks about gay and lesbian. In America the unholy alliance between the know-nothing fundamentalists and the Catholic hierarchy keeps the faithful whipped up to a frenzy of witch-hunting and fag-bashing.