Quotes About Hatred

Although it is their sticks that hurt me, I am angry at the ones who wield them, striking me. But they in turn are driven by their hatred; Therefore with their hatred I should take offence.

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.

Truth is the mother of hatred.

Servitude to law is the hatred of Heaven.58 Only self-love is the eternal all-pleasing, which is achieved by meditation on this radiant self which is mystic joyousness.

Empty of cosmos are they who hunger after righteousness. Already are the merciful spent. Extinct are the pure in heart. Governed are the meek and of Heaven earn similar disgust. Your society is a veneered barbarity. Ye are precocious primitives. Where is your success other than through hatred? There is no good understanding in your world.

Hatred is a boomerang which is sure to hit you harder than the one at whom you throw it.

The message of this book, if it must have a message, is that we in the West would be wrong to prolong the pain of that transition unnecessarily, by elevating cultures full of bigotry and hatred toward women to the stature of respectable alternative ways of life.

Hatred of Muslims sold. As the editor of The Sun said after facing a ruling on a separate incident, he would do the exact same thing again.

By the way, even my happy time music isn't helping me calm down the burning hatred I feel inside my dying core. You'd best be on your best behaviour, unless you want me to ERapeP your ass.

He closed his eyes, cursing the man to hell. Colt was a dead man.

Trinidad Jame$ is the most garbage piece of rapper that has ever existed on the face of the earth.

On Thanksgiving Night, 1942, when I was fifteen years old, white racists burned our house to the ground.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is sadness, joy; where there is darkness, light.

All those who teach are hated.

I said he had called them because it was from his mind that we drew them, seeking those who hated him, or at least had reason to. The giant you saw might have mastered the Commonwealth, had Severian not defeated him. The blond woman could not forgive him for bringing her back from death.

With him I hated the Autarchy, though I had no notion of what might replace it. With him I despised the exultants who failed to rise against the Autarch and bound the fairest of their daughters to him in ceremonial concubinage. With him I detested the people for their lack of discipline and a common purpose.

I sometimes think the reason the guild has endured so long is that it serves as a focus for the hatred of the people, drawing it from the Autarch, the exultants, and the army, and even in some degree from the pale cacogens who sometimes visit Urth from the farther stars.

At its core, hatred is the desire to annihilate that which is causing us pain, in the misguided belief that if we could only incinerate what seems to be causing the pain, we would finally be at peace. All feuds, all wars, all acts of revenge are built on this principle, including our inner war with food and weight.

If you are poor your very brother hates you And all your friends avoid you, sad to say.

The atrophy of individual culture through the hypertrophy of objective culture is one reason for the bitter hatred which the preachers of the most extreme individualism, above all Nietzsche, harbour against the metropolis.

Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated.

We know he had suffered keenly from the belief that there was a tinge of dishonour in his lot; but there are some cases, and his was one of them, in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.

hatred is like fire—it makes even light rubbish deadly.

It is probable that no speculative or theological hatred would be ultimately strong enough to resist the persuasive power of convenience: