Quotes About Hate

If people hate Michael Langdon, that's a good thing. I'm not going to debate that. I don't worry about making him likeable... My real focus in playing Langdon is making his intentions clear and how he operates and what his mission is and how he shapes the perception of who he is around people.

There's nothing I hate more than gritty, linty, mysterious pocket schmutz in the cap of my lip moisturizer - or, even worse, on the applicator itself. I shudder at the thought.

For the record, I don't worship the devil. I just hate religion.

Hate crimes are different from other crimes. They strike at the heart of one's identity - they strike at our sense of self, our sense of belonging. The end result is loss - loss of trust, loss of dignity, and in the worst case, loss of life.

It's not anthrax or terrorism or AIDS that is the worst ill in our world: The most horrible disease in the world is hate.

I hate facts. I always say the chief end of man is to form general propositions - adding that no general proposition is worth a damn.

All the criticism and all of the praise, it doesn't - it's not worth the salt that goes on my bread, because TV is fickle. You can be loved one day and hated the next day. One day, you're getting an award. And the next day, you're getting a death threat.

Like any other person who reads a ton of books, I hate many, many books. Oh, how I hate them. I have performed dramatic readings of the books I hate. I have little hate summaries. I have hate impressions. I can act out, scene by hateful scene, some of these books. I can perform silent hate charades.

Being a public figure a lot of people will really love what you do, but you know there is also a ton of people who will hate on it.

There are movie sites that love movies and there are movie sites that are just bitter people that just hate movies. I find Movieline to be in the latter. The tone is bizarrely hateful.

Trump brings power to those who hate their lack of it, and his message is tonic to communities that have felt nothing but decline for decades.

I think WCW will kill any kind of joy in your life. I think I started hating money. The money they paid me was insane, but I would be off and fly first-class airplane, luxury cars and hotels, and then arrive at the arena and have Eric Bischoff tell you 5-10 minutes after 6 P.M. that you are off tonight.

I hate birthdays. I thought that I only hated my own birthday, and then I realized that I hate my children's birthdays too.

Haters will be haters, you have got to acknowledge them and move on as the ratio of love to hate is too high.

Discipline tops my list of most-hated things, followed closely by portobello mushrooms.

I hated it at first, because I hate the cold even though I'm from a cold area, but I love Toronto. I think it's gorgeous. I think it's an amazing city. Everybody runs here or rides a bike. I've had to become more active so I don't feel left out.

I totally hate when somebody takes a classic and desecrates it. I like Jimmy Page and P. Diddy, but what they did to 'Kashmir' was a debacle.

Eventually, in the guise of preventing "hate speech," all manner of communications will be forbidden. Restrictions will undoubtedly find their way into politics, current affairs, jurisprudence, but they could plausibly be expected to stretch into the realms of philosophy, religion, education, economics, civics, and other subjects that build our fundamental character.

With that, the hologram did dissolve and PROXY returned to his normal appearance and size. "Ugh," the droid said with a shudder. "I hate being him." The apprentice stood, deep in thought and nodded. "I think he does too.

But now the sickness and fever were gone. She was again cold and sensible. To her it was as though she alone was wise in this world of madmen. She neither hated nor loved. She understood her father; she understood them all. Anyone who understands does not hate.

The old queen had failed them so miserably... She was such a bitter disappointment. But Ursula was different. There was no one to distract her, no one for her to love. She was alone in the world, alone in her grief, and alone with her pain. No, she wouldn't disappoint them. Unlike the old queen, Ursula would be able to fill her heart with hate.

Sometimes we create images of the people we love and hate in our minds, and those images override what we see with our eyes, even when they are right in front of us. Even if we've imagined them to be monsters, to see them as they truly are with our eyes and our hearts is sometimes shocking.

Hate—true hate—wasn't just conjured; it was birthed.

I hate injustice, and I can't help but speak against it. But I don't want to get involved in politics.