Quotes About Hate

If you believe that there's a heaven and hell . . . how much do you have to hate somebody to believe that everlasting life is possible and not tell them that?

I answer that, Even, as in the blessed in heaven there will be most perfect charity, so in the damned there will be the most perfect hate.

I wish I could rip the star off (carefully, stitch by stitch, so as not to ruin my lovely coat), because yellow is meant to be a happy color, not the color of hate.

That thing that everyone talks about. That really big newspaper in the sky that came along and ruined everything else, blah blah blah.' Rosie was stumped, until light finally dawned. 'You mean the internet?' 'Well, yes. I hate that thing.' 'The whole thing?' 'Yes.' 'You hate the entire internet?' 'Yes.

I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.

He's being sarcastic. I hate when people are sarcastic. It's so cheap.

It's the connection between two people that can't be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can't ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.

Wow, so homophobic.

How was it possible to hate him so much and still need him so much at the same time?

People mean well. That is what he believes. How then is he married to me? I hate often and easily. I hate, for example, people who sit with their legs splayed. People who claim to give 110 percent. People who call themselves "comfortable" when what they mean is decadently rich. You're so judgmental, my shrink tells me, and I cry all the way home, thinking of it.

I think we get the world we deserve. People who love get love back, and people who hate, or fear, they get those back too." "Huh. Which kind of person are you?" "Both. We all are, at different times.

I sat forward and picked up a piece of the jet engine. "I think we get the world we deserve. People who love get love back, and people who hate, or fear, they get those back too.

All is caprice. They love without measure those whom they will soon hate without reason. —Thomas Sydenham, seventeenth-century English physician, on "hystericks," the equivalent of today's borderline personality

How sweetly we relish the opportunity to speak critically of someone else—even when we are unsure of our facts. We forget that "a man who stirs up dissension among brothers" by criticizing one to another is one of the "six things which the Lord hates" (Proverbs 6:16-19).

I think the Moslem faith teaches hate.

People hate me because I am a multifaceted, talented, wealthy, internationally famous genius.

The Christmas tree inspires a love/hate relationship. All that time spent selecting and decorating, and a week after, you see it by the side of the road, like a mob hit. A car slows down, a door opens and a tree rolls out. People snap out of Christmas spirit like it was a drunken stupor, "There's a tree inside the house! Throw it anywhere."

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

I hated wasting time as much as I hated having none of it

Creation and destruction, love and hate, are not two instincts which exist independently. They are both answers to the same need for transcendence, and the will to destroy must rise when the will to create cannot be satisfied. However, the satisfaction of the need to create leads to happiness; destructiveness to suffering, most of all, for the destroyer himself.

That man can destroy life is just as miraculous a feat as that he can create it, for life is the miracle, the inexplicable. In the act of destruction, man sets himself above life; he transcends himself as a creature. Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.

People should die, only when they're alone. Or when they hate—not when they love.

Ura este un acid care corodeaz? sufletul, indiferent dac? tu eÈ™ti cel ce ur??te sau cel urât.

There began to appear before my romantic eyes...a vast and complicated network of espionage, terror, sadism and hate, from which no one, official or private, could escape.