Quotes About Hatred

But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated.

His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel. "I hate you," she whispered.

When I commented that you seemed a poor sort of monster, your sister said, 'He killed my mother,' and twisted your little cock so hard I thought she was like to pull it off. You shrieked, but it was only when your brother Jaime said, 'Leave him be, you're hurting him,' that Cersei let go of you. 'It doesn't matter,' she told us. 'Everyone says he's like to die soon. He shouldn't even have lived this long.'

Communists understand no language other than the cries of agony, to which they are accustomed. Kindness and sympathy or a humane approach will only make them suspicious. They know the world hates them, and that they can exist only by the force of arms, blackmail, fire, rebellion, destruction, death!

hatred and prejudice always go over big. These people have been raised on the Negro problem, they're used to it,

Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end.

While Dear White America was published before Donald Trump's presidency, the white hatred, vitriol, nasty, and violent threats that I received are totally consistent with the unabashed white supremacist hatred that undergirds and follows from Trump's election, especially from his own white neofascism, bullying, and his divisive and racially charged, disgusting, and xenophobic rhetoric

What became clear to me though, is that my white colleague had not experienced racialized trauma. My colleague was threatened because of his exercise of courageous speech. But his whiteness remained unmarked. The objective here is not to judge who suffered more, me or my white colleague. Rather it is important to recognize the specifically white racist hatred that I encountered. How my Black body was assaulted. My white colleague was threatened, but his whiteness was not under attack.

There's no hatred that can ever be satisfied either in this world or the next, and the hatred that one has for oneself is probably the one for which there is no forgiveness.

America now is stumbling through the darkness of hatred and divisiveness. Our values, our principles, and our determination to succeed as a free and democratic people will give us a torch to light the way. And we will survive and become the strongernot only because of a patriotism that stands for love of country, but a patriotism that stands for love of people.

Most of us have no real loves and no real hatreds. Blessed is love, less blessed is hatred, but thrice accursed is that indifference which is neither one nor the other.

A friend of mine hated her husband so much that when he died she had him cremated, blended him with marijuana, and smoked him. She said, "That's the best he's made me feel in years."

An antisemite is a person who hates Jews more than is absolutely necessary.

The worst hatred is that of relatives.

He who hates vice hates men.

Ambicije i tu truju ljudima zivote i medjusobne odnose, mrznje tinjaju godinama,velike ljubavi nicu neocekivano i gase se sporo i zalosno.Ukratko, tu ima pomalo od svega sto inace medju ljudima biva i sto ih povezuje ili deli, podize ili satire.

Na ovoj zemlji ne može biti dobrote bez mržnje ni veli?ine bez zavisti, kao što nema ni najmanjeg predmeta bez senke.

As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd still be in prison. —NELSON MANDELA

I don't give a rat's warty ass she's dead. It only means she's a dead cunt." "That's a strong opinion." "And the only kind worth having. I threatened to shove a stick up her twat and light it on fire just yesterday. Maybe the day before. I lose track as there was rarely a day that went by she didn't make me want to strangle her with my bare hands after I'd beaten her in the face with a rusty shovel.

Hatred . . . When it comes to men and sex, David, nothing surprises me any more. Maybe, for men, hating the woman makes sex more exciting. You are a man, you ought to know. When you have sex with someone strange - when you trap her, hold her down, get her under you, put all your weight on her - isn't it a killing? Pushing the knife in; exiting afterwards, leaving the body behind covered in blood - doesn't it feel like murder, like getting away with murder?

If Tohr hadn't hated the motherfucker with such a passion…he'd have almost respected the sonofabitch. —

Z had no love to give anyone. But the hatred he had he would channel for Bella until the last breath left his lungs.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world. A walking, sometimes talking, usually cursing SOB who took hatred, especially toward females, to new levels.

The words of the Buddha offer this truth: ? Hatred never ceases by hatred but by love alone is healed.