Quotes About Hatred

Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood. Tony Kushner, THE ILLUSION

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

Uma cidade tão sufocante e pequena que todos os dias você esbarrava em pessoas que odiava. Pessoas que sabiam coisas sobre você. É o tipo de lugar que deixa marcas.

Un oraÅŸ atât de sufocant ÅŸi de mic, încât zilnic te împiedicai de oameni pe care îi urai.

A veces me pregunto si esa es la raíz de su desprecio por mí: permite que vea sus defectos y me odia por conocerlos.

Little people have to hate, have to blame someone for their own inadequacies.

The vast majority of humanity today Seems bereft of all common sense. They lack the eye able to tell right from wrong And stagger off the cliff falling to extremes. Some, poisoned by the waters of jealousy, Are obsessed with the thought of besting others; While others, poisoned by hatred and hypocrisy, Race around in a state of utter delirium. And both claim to uphold the spiritual path!

1.200 metros por segundo recorre una bala, y el ruido del disparo suena a odio.

Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

Why doesn't hatred kill desire? I would have given anything to sleep. I would have behaved like a schoolboy if I had believed in the possibility of a substitute. But there was a time when I had tried to find a substitute, and it hadn't worked.

and I took her words as an insult and walked straight out and down the stairs and into the street. Is this the end, I wondered, playacting to myself? There's no need ever to go back. If I can get her out of my system, can't I find somewhere a quiet friendly marriage that would go on and on? Then perhaps I wouldn't feel jealous because I wouldn't love enough: I would just be secure, and my self-pity and hatred walked hand in hand across the darkening Common like idiots without a keeper.

She loved him whatever that meant but love was not an eternal thing like hatred and disgust.

Hatred seems to operate the same glands as love, it even produces the same actions.

he carried his body about with him like something he hated.

Hatred is in my brain, not in my stomach or my skin. It can't be removed like a rash or an ache. Didn't I hate you as well as love you? And don't I hate myself?

Why doesn't hatred kill desire?

We can spend countless money on war and hatred but we cannot even scrap up the funds to save the lungs of our planet

Doctor Doom was exactly the sort of bastard who would have armed al-Qaeda with death rays and killer robots if he thought for one second it would piss off the hated Reed Richards and the rest of his mortal enemies in the Fantastic Four, but here he was sobbing with the best of them, as representative not of evil, but of Marvel Comics' collective shock, struck dumb and moved to hand-drawn tears by the thought that anyone could hate America and its people enough to do this.

We were not then powerful enough to erase all evidence of the Precursors, to destroy their star roads and citadels and other artifacts. And so we left at least one Precursor behind, to live out dreams of vengeance and hatred, to lay down plans in cold and darkness at the heart of a lost asteroid—over millions of years.

She loved her sisters more than anything, though she also wondered why her mother saw her so differently, treated her with such hatred.

She was bitter toward her parents, estranged from her sisters, and simply marinated in negativity. It was as if she felt some deep hatred of her fate and was too weak to fight against the middleness that was consuming her.

Our call is to trust that the foolishness of self-sacrificial love will overcome evil in the end. Our call is to manifest the beauty of a Savior who loves indiscriminately while revolting against all hatred and violence. This is the humble mustard seed revolution that will in the end transform the world.

If we further consider this divine panoramic view within which all evil is supposedly a secret good is held by a God who, according to Scripture, has a passionate hatred toward all evil, the solution becomes more problematic still. For it is certainly not clear how God could hate what he himself wills and sees as a contributing ingredient in the good of the whole. If all things play themselves out according to a divine plan, how can God genuinely hate anything?

Hatred always leaves a stain on the veil. But sometimes the hatred isn't your own. Sometimes you're chained, and the hatred beaten into you is another man's, grown in a different heart, and it takes longer than a fading bruise to forget.