Quotes About Hate

The Bloody-Nine opened his mouth, and shrieked out all of his bottomless love and his endless hate in one long wail.

Love and hate have just a knife's edge between them.

you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

He was one of those men loves to be despised. That treats loathing like gold, to be clawed for and hoarded up. He hadn't learned yet that hate's the one thing never runs out.

Love is fine cushion to rest upon, but only hate can make you a better person.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first,

Love and hate have just knife's edge between them.

Love is a fine cushion to rest upon, but only hate can make you a better person

The gods hate those who plan badly, and help those with good friends, good swords, and good sense. Worry less about what the gods might do and more about what you can,

Folks, winning means uniting America, not sowing seeds of division and anger and hate. We got to beat Donald Trump, and we will, but we can't become like him.

It is my belief that, as a rule, creatures of Happy's ilk—I am thinking here of canines and men both—more often run free than live caged, and it is in fact a world of mud and feces they desire, a world with no Art in it, or anyone like him, a place where there is no talk of books or God or the worlds beyond this world, a place where the only communication is the hysterical barking of starving and hate-filled dogs.

Why are there so many romantic songs about the spring? I hate the spring. The snow melts, and everything smells like thawing dog shit.

It is in fact a world of mud and faeces they desire, a world with no Art in it, or anyone like him, a place where there is no talk of books or God or the worlds beyond this world, a place where the only communication is the hysterical barking of starving and hate-filled dogs.

If you hated someone, she was at least worthy of your passion.

Normalmente é por isso que as pessoas matam. Não é por ódio. É por amor.

Now it was brisk and didactic, like that of an obedience instructor training an obstinant dog, and I hated him for it, the hate momentarily eclipsing all fear and reason.

Have them drop their pants. Then we will know who is a kike and who is not." It took only a moment, but soon all the men were standing, their bodies trembling, their knees shaking. One by one, they removed their underwear. Von Strassen shone his flashlight at their private parts. Three were found to be circumcised—a father, his teenage son, and his six-year-old son. "Away with them," Von Strassen spat. "Send them to Auschwitz.

The tavalai were always hard to hate. Some managed it, but those were always the people with too much emotion and not enough brains. Officers like that are dangerous, they got their people killed. I didn't want to be like them.

I hate to see you leave but I kind of hate it when you're here, too.

If it's more enraging, it's more engaging. If enough people are spending enough of their time being angered, that starts to change the culture. As Tristan told me, that turns hate into a habit.

I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

Hating the Yankees isn't part of my act. It is one of those exquisite times when life and art are in perfect conjunction.

Fear knows no borders, and the terminology of hate has seeped into every aspect of life.

and nothing quite so least as truth—i say though hate were why men breathe—because my father lived his soullove is the whole and more than all