Quotes About Hatred

So if the world hates us, we take courage that it hated Jesus first. If you're wondering whether you'll be safe, just look at what they did to Jesus and those who followed him. There are safer ways to live than by being a Christian.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

A cuántos malos tendría que matar? Su número, como el espacio, infinito. Pero si mato el espíritu del odio, todos mis enemigos perecen al mismo tiempo.

churches were bombed, houses were burned, people were lynched.

In me now there's a being of sheer hate, like an angel of hate.

Gwen hates me," she reminded him. "Don't be narcissistic. She hates everyone.

That's why Ronnie was Sissy's best friend. She hated all the right people.

You ever notice that? Any time you see two groups of people who really hate each other, chances are good they're wearing different kind of hats. Keep an eye on that, it might be important.

He was discovering that even hatred died a little at the end. But it still lasted longer than desire, longer even than love.

You hide it well, but I can see it, Lord Verniers. You hate us. We have beaten you to obedience but it's still there, like dry tinder waiting for a spark.

If peace came it would have to do so when there had been time to allow the hatred to grow out of people's thinking.

And she hated him—perhaps the more so because there was no reason for her hatred. Quite the contrary. She was the one who had wronged him . . . His own dislike was a result of what she had done to him. And she knew now that the way she had justified her behavior all those years ago had been all wrong. There had been no justification.

No, she must not begin to doubt. She hated him. She hated him because he had brought turmoil into her life again. And emotion. And bitter regret for all that might have been. She hated him.

It is said, you know, that hatred is very akin to love. There is too much to dislike, he told her. There are too many irritants. There is too much bitterness and lack of trust. There is too much— Passion? she suggested.

He hated himself with a depth of hatred he had never felt for anyone else.

Remove your hands from me, my lord, she said calmly. I have nothing to say to you, now or ever. I had never thought to hate anyone. But I believe I do hate you.

Hatred, Jeanette had said, was very akin to love. At the moment he felt neither for Christina. He felt only an unwilling pull toward her, a need to know the woman who had haunted him for longer than ten years, to know what those missing years had held for her, to understand why she had made it impossible for him to ever marry anyone else, to understand why he both dreaded and hoped that his seed, inside her now, had impregnated her and bound them together for life.

All men hate the wretched.

From you only could I hope for succour, although towards you I felt no sentiment but that of hatred. Unfeeling, heartless creator! You had endowed me with perceptions and passions and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind.

This was then the reward of my benevolence! I had saved a human being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone. The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before gave place to hellish rage and gnashing of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind. But the agony of my wound overcame me; my pulses paused, and I fainted.

Ma la mia non sarà l'abietta sottomissione dello schiavo. Mi vendicherò delle offese subite: se non posso ispirare affetto, diffonderò il terrore, e a te in particolare, mio arcinemico perché mio creatore, giuro odio inestinguibile. Bada bene: lavorerò alla tua distruzione e cesserò solo quando ti avrò straziato il cuore tanto da farti maledire il giorno in cui sei nato.

Could I behold this and live? Alas! Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.

You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself

La vida es obstinada... se aferra con más fuerza allí donde más se odia.