Quotes About Hatred

And you say you're a weak character, that you've no will. Not a bit of will—I'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires— You are not! She brought one little fist down onto the other. You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a silence full of hatred, tense with latent homicide, my mind already hearing the voice he'll use to tell me something or other. He smiles from the other side of the room and says 'Good afternoon' in a loud voice. I hate him like the universe. My eyes are sore from imagining.

of having forgotten the colour of loves and the taste of hatreds. We thought we were immortal.

I cultivate hatred of action like a greenhouse flower. I'm proud of myself for dissenting from life.

Oh odio, alégrame siquiera tú Hazme ver a la muerte royéndolos a todos

I cultivate hatred of action like a greenhouse flower.

And suddenly the metaphysically abrupt noise of the arrival of the office boy. I could kill him for interrupting what I was not thinking. I look at him, turning around, in a silence full of hatred; I listen, expectantly, in a tension of latent homicide. He smiles from the back of the office and says hello out loud. I hate him as I hate the universe. My eyes are leaden with sleep.

I cultivate hatred of action like a greenhouse flower. I dissent from life and am proud of it.

For days we slept wakefully, content to be nothing, to have no desires or hopes, to have forgotten the color of love or the taste of hatred.

Cultivo el odio por la acción como una flor de invernadero. Presumo ante mí mismo de la propia disidencia mía de la vida.

Io sarò anche Satana, Belzebù, quello che vi pare, ma so cos'è il dolore perchè io stesso l'ho provato e lo provo tuttora per la mia solitudine, per l'odio che hai suscitato contro di me. Insomma, ti confesso che quel poveretto mi fa compassione. E che vorrei dargli una mano.

Axiom : hatred of the bourgeois is the beginning of wisdom. But I include in the word bourgeois , the bourgeois in blouses as well the bourgeois in coats. It is we and we alone , that is to say the literary men , who are the people, or to say it better : the tradition of humanity.

If I have any sexist feelings they are aimed at men: I hate manly men.

I think a lot of people are clueless about the degree of hatred of whites.

Those who enjoy their own emotionally bad health and who habitually fill their own minds with the rank poisons of suspicion, jealousy and hatred, as a rule take umbrage at those who refuse to do likewise, and they find a perverted relief in trying to denigrate them.

If Mr. Obama could walk across the Peace Bridge in Hiroshima - whose balustrades were designed by the Japanese-American sculptor Isamu Noguchi as a reminder both of his ties to East and West and of what humans do to one another out of hatred - it would be both a real and a symbolic step toward creating a world that knows no fear of nuclear threat.

Why is propaganda so much more successful when it stirs up hatred than when it tries to stir up friendly feeling?

The last thing Jews need is to create tension with their best friends. And the last thing Christians need is a renewal of Christian hatred toward Jesus' people.

There are people who must spend huge amounts of time composing these online diatribes against me, all about how disgusting and terrible I am and how no one should ever read my books, and it's not enough for them to hate me, they can't stand the fact that ANYONE likes me!

The Clinton administration hated us, and it was a terrible struggle with them. I think that they felt if they didn't play, they could strangle us in our crib.

My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.

What is terrifying is the ability, through mass brainwashing or propaganda, to change normal human instinct, which does not necessarily contain very much hatred.

Immigrants are not the real problem. The real problem is much more serious: intolerance and hatred of indigenous ethnic groups. You can prohibit immigration, but what can you do about non-Russian ethnic groups living in their native territories in Russia?

Terror made me cruel.