Quotes About Hatred

Think of these as wedding bands, my love, the Grand Duke amusedly remarked. By the powers invested in me, I now pronounce us husband and wife, through lust and hatred, through indulgence and abuse-and you can rest assured, death will never do us apart.

Sviatopolk tenía la impresión de que ya no podía seguir odiando, pues el odio que se había nutrido con él año tras año, impulsándolo hacia delante como un cruel jinete que hinca las espuelas en los flancos de su caballo, había acabado por agotarlo.

Love is the opposite of anger. Anger is disdain, hatred, and contempt.

Shame is very much on display in Jesus' crucifixion. When he predicted his own death to his disciples, he made sure to explain that it would be infused with mocking, a public flogging, and spitting (Mark 10:33–34). Witness this hatred and rejection and it will change you.

The aim of art, the aim of a life can only be to increase the sum of freedom and responsibility to be found in every man and in the world. It cannot, under any circumstances, be to reduce or suppress that freedom, even temporarily. No great work has ever been based on hatred and contempt. On the contrary, there is not a single true work of art that has not in the end added to the inner freedom of each person who has known and loved it.

Link's father had had an inborn hatred of dogs. He would not allow one on the place. His overt excuse was that they killed sheep and worried cattle, and that he could not afford to risk the well-being of his scanty hoard of stock. Thus, Link had grown to manhood with no dog at his heels, and without knowing the normal human's love for canine chumship.

Come doveva essere bello il mondo", quando la vita non era come ora ridicola, ma tragica e si moriva, e si uccideva, e si odiava, e di amava sul serio, e si versavano vere lacrime per vere sciagure, e tutti gli uomini erano fatti di carne ed ossa e attaccati alla realtà come alberi alla terra.

Ved cómo el odio y las luchas entre familias a nada conducen, más que al miedo, la locura y la muerte y cierto es que en muchos años que combatí junto a los míos contra nuestros eternos enemigos […], jamás vi nada bueno que lo justificase, porqué las rapiñas de unos con las rapiñas de otros se pagan, y los muertos de cada bando no tienen precio, sino que como una cadena van arrastrando nuevos muertos.

también el mundo hace sus leyes, que prescriben el bien y el mal; también tiene su evangelio, un evangelio de soberbia y de odio; y no quiere que se diga que el amor por la vida es una razón para transgredir sus mandamientos. No lo quiere; y es obedecido.

I believed she'd gotten past ther hatred of me, turning to pity instead. But how could I make that into love?

If the world hate you, ye know that it has hated me before you." Poor comfort, one is disposed to say; yet it is not so poor when you consider the relative position of the parties. He who has already been hated is the Lord; they who are to be hated are but the servants. Of this Jesus reminds His disciples, repeating and recalling to their remembrance a word He had already spoken the same evening.

First comes the Sanhedrim in Jerusalem plotting against the life of the Just One. Then comes Mary at Bethany, in her unutterable love breaking her alabaster box, and pouring its contents on the head and feet of her beloved Lord. Last comes Judas, offering to sell his Master for less than Mary wasted on a useless act of affection! Hatred and baseness on either hand, and true love in the midst.

That nation which indulges towards another a habitual hatred or a habitual fondness is in some degree a slave.

You can't rewind war. It spools on, and on, and on, looping and jumping, distorted and cracked with age, and the stories contract until only the nuggets of hatred remain and no one can even remember, or imagine, why the war was organized in the first place.

It eased the pain some when she thought about the way he'd treated her and hatred burned away the hurt.

Like hatred, jealousy is forbidden by the laws of life because it is essentially destructive.

Vorga, I kill you filthy.

My hatred is precious. I don't want to waste it on those who are colluding in their own oppression.

It often seems... the human race has twittered away its existence singing an endless song - a song of waste and hatred, where there should be progress and love.

The President, in talking about freedom and democracy, is sparking a wave of very positive democratic sentiment that might help us override both Islamic fundamentalism that has formed in that region, and also some of the hatred for our policies of invading Iraq.

Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.

The problem of Islam as a political force is an essential one for our time and for the years to come, and we cannot approach it with a modicum of intelligence if we start out from a position of hatred.

I understand the protests, but not the shooting and the attempts to bring down the state. We cannot allow hatred to control our lives. We must remain unified to defeat this evil.

This commitment to equality and justice for all are the ideals that our country was founded upon and what we continue to aspire to as people. We cannot be complacent, and must vigilantly affirm this again and again, as bigotry and hatred have an insidious way of seeping into our society.