Quotes About Hatred

El mundo de hoy es el mundo que desearon; la vida, el objetivo de su odio. Dejadles con esa muerte a la que adoran. En nombre de vuestra magnífica devoción a esta tierra, dejadles; no empleéis la grandeza de vuestra alma en conseguir triunfo de su mal. ¿Me oyes... amor mío?

Aborrecía los afectos sin causa, tal como aborrecía la riqueza inmerecida.

There were no public articulations of these humiliations, so we took refuge in accidental occasions to weave our resentments and hatreds into little stories that lost their impact as soon as they were told.

Then Elie spoke, describing how in 1945—paradoxically—he had emerged from the camp feeling hopeful about the future. Hopeful, he said, because he assumed that the world had surely learned once and for all that hatred was useless and racism stupid and "the will to conquer other people's minds or territories or aspirations…is meaningless.

he assumed that the world had surely learned once and for all that hatred was useless and racism stupid and "the will to conquer other people's minds or territories or aspirations…is meaningless.

There are some people who hate for no reason at all. They just simply hate. They do not realize that their unjustified hatred inevitably turns inward to destroy them. Yes, it is self-destructive in the long run.

And then her consummate hatred for the Fairleys, so close to the surface, rose up again and took hold of her, jostling against the grief for prominence in her mind. Was there no end to the pain that family would cause her? Was she to be cursed with them all the days of her life? Damn the Fairleys. All of them. Damn them! Damn them! Damn them! May they rot in hell!

Caligula ne demiÅŸti? Oderint dum meduant. Bizden korktuklar? sürece, b?rak?n bizden nefret etsinler.

Lenin loved people only "in general," the self-exiled writer Maxim Gorky nicely summarized in a short book in 1924. "His love looked far ahead, through the mists of hatred.

Considerando que, con todo el odio expulsado fuera [la mente] su inocencia radical recupera y descubre por fin que por sí misma es capaz de deleitarse, de apaciguarse, de amedrentarse, y que su propia y dulce voluntad es la voluntad del cielo.

Many "older" children go through life either secretly or openly hating their parents. They blame them for past abuses, neglect, or favoritism and they center their adult life on that hatred, living out the reactive, justifying script that accompanies it.

That is Lord Foul's way in all things—to force his foes to become that which they most hate, and to destroy that which they most love.

Anger seemed always directed at individuals—hatred preferred classes. Time cured anger, but never hatred.

The man who seeks to perpetuate prejudice and class hatred is doing America an ill service.

We can easily see what actions and speech will lead us and others into hatred, confusion, difficulty, and suffering. And we can see what words and actions will not. ... Is our intention to hoodwink, mislead, inflate, or deceive others ... ?

As technology accumulates and people in more parts of the planet become interdependent, the hatred between them tends to decrease, for the simple reason that you can't kill someone and trade with him too.

I've seen hatred and I have seen love. And love is more powerful.

I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery...

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.

The path of those who preach love, and not hatred, is not easy. They often have to wear a crown of thorns.

It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

Love sometimes makes people ruthless in a way that not even hatred can.

I thank You, Jesus, that You brought into my heart God's love through the Holy Spirit. Thank You, Father, that Your love in me is stronger than my 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.