Quotes About Hatred

It was as though her emotions had been worn out. She went from hatred to anger and, finally, to a resigned acceptance.

Don't you remember, my sister, when the Devil tried to tempt Saint Martin? Then the Fiend asked Saint Martin whether he dared believe it when he promised God's mercy to all the sinners whose confessions he heard. And the bishop answered, 'Even to you I promise God's forgiveness at the very instant you ask for it—if only you will give up your pride and believe that His love is greater than your hatred.

We thus combine unreasonable optimism about what people might be like, with unreasonable hatred of them when they are not like that (pp269)

Carol was discovering that the one thing that can be more disconcerting than intelligent hatred is demanding love.

What conceivable reason could one have for seeking after righteousness in a world which so hated righteousness? Why do anything except eat and read and make love and provide for sleep that should be secure against disturbance by armed policemen? He never did find any particularly good reason. He simply went on.

she's a red-Headed bitch and I hate her!

Never to have been born is best. Everyone knows that, and a close second, once you have appeared in this life, is a quick return, as soon as you can, to where you came from. In our light-headed youth we carry blithe ideas, not knowing what blows await, what hardships are bearing down, closer and closer. Murder, hatred, strife, resentment, and envy are lurking, and then, behind them, bitter old age, powerless, friendless, with evils our only neighbors.

A sight to touch e'en hatred's self with pity.

Shall not I Learn place and wisdom? Have I not learned this, Only so much to hate my enemy, As though he might again become my friend, And so much good to wish to do my friend, As knowing he may yet become my foe?

cast me away, my friends— this great murderous ruin, this man cursed to heaven, the man the deathless gods hate most of all!

Que otros se lamenten de que los tiempos son malos; yo me quejo de su mediocridad, puesto que ya no se tienen pasiones. ...Por eso mi alma se vuelve siempre al Viejo Testamento y a Shakespeare. Aquí se siente en todo caso la impresión de que son hombres los que hablan, aquí se odia y se ama de veras, se mata al enemigo, y se maldice a su descendencia por todas las generaciones; aquí se peca.

It is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. Perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. It is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, No, I will not be erased, I will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer.

A victor only breeds hatred, while a defeated man lives in misery, but a man at peace within lives happily, abandoning up ideas of victory and defeat.

My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.

I was being hated for about 40 or 50 years by the whole world, but it did not destroy me, and it did not ruin my health. And the reason is because I just did not answer them. I had my own life.

The life that brings light in the family often attracts darkness in form of envy and hatred that stands as encumbrances

That's a good attitude. You should hate me more, curse me more, and detest me! Then you should take the power of that hatred and use it to survive this rotten world.

Where there is evil, brutality and hatred, there is overwhelming courage, strength and kindness. Focus on the good.Stay positive.Stay together.Stay peaceful.Stay strong.

Things I hate comes with a pain.

If a friend starts behaving silly because you bother him so much, don't worry, you're not the first person, he has got a sting in his stomach, an hunger that causes an epidemic hatred.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...

Why should a great and powerful nation like the United States allow its relationship with more than a billion Muslims around the world to be defined by the narrow hatred and nihilistic actions of an exceptionally small minority of Muslims?

and he turned his aim on another poor ignorant miserable anonymous bastard crouched behind another gun. A bastard whom he didn't know, had never known, would never know, and couldn't hate specifically, but kill and kill and kill and kill—and

Gloria lui Dumnezeu nu const? doar în perceperea perfecÈ›iunii Sale de c?tre creatura Sa, deoarece fiinÈ›a creat? poate s? perceap? puterea È™i înÈ›elepciunea lui Dumnezeu È™i totuÈ™i s? nu se bucure de ea, ci s-o urasc?.