Quotes About Hatred

The bourgeois ... is tolerant. His love for people as they are stems from his hatred of what they might be.

The bourgeois, however, is tolerant. His love of people as they are stems from his hatred of what they might be.

The evils of envy and hatred masquerading as humanitarian idealism had darkened his life from its outset, stamping him as a man quick to search for the reality behind the expression of fine sentiments.

Any man who tries to excite class hatred, sectional hate, hate of creeds, any kind of hatred in our community, though he may affect to do it in the interest of the class he is addressing, is in the long run with absolute certainly that class's own worst enemy.

But in the murderer, such a murderer as a poet will condescend to, there must be raging some great storm of passion—jealousy, ambition, vengeance, hatred—which will create a hell within him; and into this hell we are to look.

Yet, nearly 6 decades after the Holocaust concluded, Anti-Semitism still exists as the scourge of the world.

What I want to know is how the white man, with the blood of black people dripping off his fingers, can have the audacity to be asking black people, 'Do they hate him?' That takes a lot of nerve.

Neither the SPLC, the liberal media, nor the Democratic Party has any authority on what constitutes 'hate.' They themselves are full of lies and hatred. They have no love.

Antisemitism is unique among religious hatreds. It is a racist conspiracy theory fashioned for the needs of messianic and brutal rulers, as dictators from the Tsars to the Islamists via the Nazis have shown. Many other alleged religious 'hatreds' are not hatreds in the true sense. If I criticise Islamic, Orthodox Jewish or Catholic attitudes towards women, for instance, and I'm accused of being a bigot, I shrug and say it is not bigoted to oppose bigotry.

But it is worth recalling the almost genocidal class hatreds of many leading liberal-left intellectuals, because they show that the motives of a part of the intelligentsia were anything but honourable. They did not want the welfare state to reward their fellow citizens for what they and their ancestors had suffered. They wanted the welfare state to transform them from brutes into men or women whose company Virginia Woolf could tolerate.

Los protestantes nativos aborrecían y oprimían a católicos e inmigrantes, y los católicos e inmigrantes despreciaban y asesinaban a los negros, como si cada grupo viviera de su odio y necesitara el alimento que proporcionaba el tuétano de alguien más débil.

Men, he said as he left. I hate them. I've always hated them. You wonder why I always hang around with women and never with men, it's because men do things like this. He waved his hand vaguely at me and my stomach and jogged off into the night.

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.

I would pay snakes to bite her.

Somewhere outside the hospital, in a motel room full of bloody towels with his tool box of knives and needles, or driving down the highway to his next victim, or kneeling over a dog, drugged and cut up in a dirty bathtub, is the man a million dogs must hate.

And I want Seth dead. Worse than dead, I want him fat and bloated with water and insecure and emotional.

There was always someone like that out there, ready to ride their hate like a horse and gallop right over anybody who wasn't like them, who had what they wanted. Someone always wanted to bathe in blood. Because hate like that didn't stay quiet.

It was, for a moment, not her who started out between the bars. It was something dredged up from the bottom of the sea. Black eyes swiveling in a gray head. Some primeval genus that viewed him — he knew this to his marrow — with hatred in its bowels.

ravages of prejudice and its bully partner, violence.

After a few hands, I realized he was talking about me. The dismissive gesture in my direction tipped me off. I hadn't been glared at with such hate by two people since couples therapy.

and it strikes her, as she walks, that borders, like hatred, are exaggerated precisely because otherwise they would cease to exist altogether. 

All this miraculous hatred. Christ, a man can't eat his breakfast for filling his belly full of it.

The kind of lesson I had in spotting propaganda has long since dropped off the school curriculum. Yet it seems the time has again come when simple truths and basic human values need defending against the dangerous tides of hatred-spewing propagandists. Is it time again to bring back civics – lessons in speaking up, being a responsible citizen, and spotting today's Big Lies?

America is as weak as it has been in a hundred and fifty years. Its people are consumed with hatred for each other. They see themselves as having been cheated by the rest of the world. Stolen from. Taken advantage of. The twenty-four-hour news cycle continues to reinforce these attitudes, as do the Russians' Internet propaganda efforts. And the upcoming presidential election is amplifying those divisions to the point that the country is being torn apart." "It's