Quotes About Hatred

Daniel recognized in him a pale reflection of the man he'd leaned to hate. Nothing remained of his regal face, of his arrogant demeanor and his haughty presence . Someone or something has ripped out everything that could be taken from a human being until all that remained was a longing for darkness and oblivion

Esta es una historia de libros. De libros malditos, del hombre que los escribió, de un personaje que se escapó de una de sus novelas para quemarla, de una traición y de una amistad perdida. Es una historia de amor, de odio y de los sueños que viven en la sombra del viento.

Well, this is a story about books." "About books?" "About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

Primul pas pentru a deveni un credincios p?timaÈ™ este teama. Teama c? ne vom pierde identitatea, viaÈ›a, condiÈ›ia sau convingerile. Teama este praful de puÈ™c?, iar ura este fitilul. Dogma, în ultim? instan??, e doar un chibrit aprins.

Well this story is about books. About books? About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind (p.178)

El miedo es la pólvora y el odio es la mecha

Arra jutott, hogy az ember nem is tudja magáról, kicsoda, míg meg nem tanul gy?lölni. És ha úgy igazából gy?löl - mikor belefeledkezik a belsejét égetÅ' dühbe, mely lassan elemészti azt a kevés jót is, amirÅ'l még úgy hitte, hordozza magában -, azt titokban teszi.

Fear is the gunpowder and hatred is the fuse. Dogma, the final ingredient, is only a lighted match.

But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred, that death could be dressed in a uniform or a raincoat, queue up at a cinema, laugh in bars, or take his children out for a walk to Ciudadela Park in the morning...

The first step towards believing passionately is fear. Fear of losing our identity, our life, our status or our beliefs. Fear is the gunpowder and hatred is the fuse. Dogma, the final ingredient, is only a lighted match.

Non si sa chi si è davvero finché non si impara a odiare. E quando si odia davvero, quando ci si abbandona alla rabbia che brucia dentro, che consuma lentamente quel po' di buono che si credeva di avere come bagaglio, lo si fa in segreto.

Hay momentos en que le mayor anhelo de un hombre es tener alguien a quien amar, algún punto central en que poder concentrar las emociones difusas. Y también hay momentos en que es preciso descargar en odio los disgustos, los desengaños y temores, bullentes e inquietos como espermatozoides. El desgraciado capitán no tenía a quien odiar, y en los últimos mese se había sentido muy triste.

The warring love and hatred--love for his people and hatred for the oppressors of his people--that left him exhausted and sick in spirit.

The warring love and hatred—love for his people and hatred for the oppressors of his people—that left him exhausted and sick in spirit. 'Daughter

When your world is destroyed and only a remnant is saved, then whatever is seen as a threat to that remnant becomes a hated enemy.

I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.

If it's easy to be friendly she will be. If the wind blows the other way her friendship will be gone. And I'm thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right by hating others.

i hate her skinny thighs and her elitist attitude. i hope she's a dreadful bitch who makes you so miserable that you howl when you remember me.

I had a smell in my nose that just wouldn't go away, and I hated it. It was coating my lungs inside, I thought, and I'd spend the rest of my life breathing it in and breathing it out. The odor was composed of burning building materials, scorched bodies, and disintegrating vampires. It was the smell of hatred.

Era o odor composto pelos materiais do edifício em chamas, por corpos queimados e por vampiros em desintegração. Era o cheiro do ódio.

There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.

I loathe and detest heavy metal.

As a female in metal, I'm going to get ostracized one way or another. So, if I'm going to have people hating me because I'm a female in metal, I might as well get people loving me because I'm a female in metal, too.

We never really felt a real level of respect. The fame was fantastic, but that wasn't that important to me, because for every million people that loved me I focused on the one that hated me.