Quotes About Hate

Trying to impress people who hate you is just a big waste of time.

How can anybody hate nurses? Nobody hates nurses. The only time you hate a nurse is when they're giving you an enema.

I too was frightened the first time I felt I hated my father. I felt like a criminal. But could I help it what was inside of me? I had to feel what I felt even if it killed me.

There were three types of people in New York: people like Nora, who had found their home there; people who talked about how much they hated it and would always live and eventually die there; and people who always had one foot over the border, to Scarsdale or Roslyn or Boca Raton.

Haters want us to hate them, because hate is incapacitating. When we hate, we can't operate from our real selves, which is our strength.

Haters want us to hate them because hate is incapacitating. When we hate we can't operate from our real selves, which is our strength.

Haters want us to hate them, because hate is incapacitating. When we hate, we can't operate from our real selves, which is our strength. Now that I think of it, this is such a great reason to give up our hate—as revenge, to deprive the haters of what they want.

For instance, I used to think that paired opposites were a given, that love was the opposite of hate, right the opposite of wrong. But now I think we sometimes buy into these concepts because it is so much easier to embrace absolutes than to suffer reality. I don't think anything is the opposite of love. Reality is unforgivingly complex.

Haters want us to hate them, because hate is incapacitating.

Detection is not just an exercise of the mind, you know. People are real, and love and hate are dangerous.

It was not a quick flare of temper but the slow, sullen rage of years of anger and hate shown naked for a few moments

Dependence can make people hate those they depend upon. It could be a complex and exhausting relationship. Often it was better to be nursed by someone whose opinion does not matter to you.

I'm not talking about dislike. If you stand for anything at all, there will be people who dislike you, she said impatiently. I chose the word hate because I meant it.

Good held a mirror to other people's hearts, and the reflection was too often unflattering. People could hate you for that more than for almost anything else.

the oldest trick in the book of a demagogue to blame all your troubles on an identifiable group. Turn people's attention to something they can hate, and they'll leave you alone.

Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, "Ah, you are my friend, how I love you," things like that to each other?...it was a matter of a concept of evil, wasn't it? All creatures in hell are supposed to hate one another, as all the saved hate the damned, without reservation.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

Sometimes hate and love serve exactly the same purpose.

What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.

Look, let me tell you something, Satan, or whoever you are." "Don't use that name, I hate it." "That's likely to make me pepper my speeches with it." "My name is Memnoch," he said calmly, with a small pleading gesture. "Memnoch the Devil.

After all, it is a lot of trouble to hate people, isn't it? And a lot of trouble to be angry, and a lot of trouble to bother with such abstract notions as guilt or revenge.

Deep within us all are the seeds of hate for what is different. We do not have to be taught these things. We have to be taught not to give in to them! They are in our blood; but in our minds is the charity and the love to overcome them.

I love you with my whole soul, and I will always love you," he confided to me. "You are my life. I have hated you for that and love you now so much that you've been my instructor in loving. And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.

I hate you as much as I have ever loved you.