Quotes About Hatred

He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence." page 307

more than anything, i hate you because i think about you often. it's disgusting and i can't stop

He hates you, even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you all the more for it.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." ? Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

You don't know how long I've waited to hear those word,' he says. 'You don't want me dead.' 'If you joke about this, I am going to-' 'Kill me?' He asks, raising both black brows. I think I might hate him after all.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head.

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven's wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut out a girl's heart. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone. I pull out of his grip, but not before I see his expression. He looks as he did when he was forced to answer my questions, when he admitted his desire for me. He looks as though he's confessing.

You really hate me, don't you?' he asks, his smile growing. 'Almost as much as you hate me,' I say, thinking of the page with my name scratched on it. Thinking of the way he looked at me when he was drunk in the hedge maze. The way he's looking at me now. He lets go of my hand. 'Until we spar again,' he says, making a bow that I cannot help feel is nothing but mockery.

Le odio más que a los demás, le odio tanto, que a veces, cuando le miro, me cuesta respirar.

I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else

te odio. te odio tanto que a veces no puedo pensar en otra cosa

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He takes my chin in his fingers, tilting my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone.

Most of all I hate you because I think of you often. It's disgusting and I can't stop. - Cardan Greenbriar, The Cruel Prince

No matter how much he disliked me when we were in school, that was a guttering candle to the steady flame of his hatred now. HIs mouth curls in to a smile. His eyes shine with wicked intent. 'Look at them all, your subjects. A shame not a one knows who their true ruler is.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

Lo odio più di chiunque altro. Lo odio talmente tanto che qualche volta, quando lo guardo, mi manca il respiro.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Of necessity she went further in aversion than she had gone in love, for her hatred was not in proportion to her love but to her disappointed hopes.

Le sentiment que l'homme supporte le plus difficilement est la pitié, surtout quand il la mérite. La haine est un tonique, elle fait vivre, elle inspire la vengeance; mais la pitié tue, elle affaiblit encore notre faiblesse.

El sentimiento que el hombre soporta más difícilmente es la compasión, sobre todo cuando la merece. El odio es un tónico, hace vivir, inspira la venganza; pero la compasión mata, debilita aun nuestra flaqueza. Es el mal hecho embelesador, es el desprecio en la ternura o la ternura en la ofensa.