Quotes About Hatred

We're all sick of holy wars and bloodshed because religion is supposed to give us life and a better life and is supposed to bring out our best self. When it results in mass destruction and hatred and anxiety, it's the antithesis I think of what religion was designed to do.

It is not our sexual preferences, the color of our skin, the language we speak, nor the religion we practice that creates friction, hatred and wars amongst in society. It is our words and the words of our leaders that can create that disparity.

Wars have not solved anything in our region. They have only caused misery, suffering, bereavement, and hatred.

Every vice was once a virtue, and may become respectable again, just as hatred becomes respectable in wartime.

enemies." "What Christian resignation!" "As for hating you, of all people! Why... I consider you adorable. I envy Leandre every day of my life. I have seriously thought of setting him to play Scaramouche, and playing lovers myself.

Here Tolkien states, in indirect form, one of the deepest of Christian truths: all love that is not ordered to the love of God turns into hatred.

Hatred for sin is important. Confidence in the mercy of God is even more important.

Human beings may hate a distant enemy in theory, but they generally prefer to kill their neighbors.

He who loves the bristle of bayonets only sees in the glitter what beforehand he feels in his heart. It is avarice and hatred; it is that quivering lip, that cold, hating eye, which built magazines and powder-houses.

You are Innocent, you can't be otherwise, there is no other way, even in your lust, greed, hatred, cunningness, you're INNOCENT, because you wanted to overpower others, nature with your stupidity. Stop this absurd ACT, Be Aware, Trust Existence!

There has of course always been a noisy pacifist or nationalist element in Britain who are ready to traduce the conduct of their fellow countrymen who are helping to fight their country's battles. Naturally, being silly billies they know nothing of the traditions of the British Army nor in their passionate hatred of their own country do they mind what lies they tell.

Hatred is self and other destructive

Religion is too often the pretext for war, hatred, intolerance among different faiths, and competitive piety within faiths. But the problem isn't with faith, or even with difference in faith, within the churches, synagogues, temples, and mosques. The problem is the overachievers in those institutions.

The Scottish immigrants must have hated the English, who had persecuted them in their homeland. But they feared their new neighbors, the American rebels, even more.

beneath it all, religion has always been the fuel that keeps the furnaces of intolerance and hatred burning. And it holds us back from better things, but mostly from coming to terms with the truth about who we've become, from embracing everything science has taught us and continues to teach us, from forcing us to make ourselves accountable for our own actions.

religion has always been the fuel that keeps the furnaces of intolerance and hatred burning.

I never been a hater of these other cats, who never really had nothing, being successful. That's not my problem.

I hate celebrities. I really hate them.

Even in the 1950s, President Eisenhower was concerned about what he called a campaign of hatred of the U.S. in the Arab world, because of the perception on the Arab street that it supported harsh and oppressive regimes to take their oil.

If bigots behave like bigots, it's not a huge surprise.

It is not surprising, then, that in the decade since Oslo began, Arafat used all the resources placed at his disposal to fan the flames of hatred against Israel.

In essence, France no longer existed. It existed only in the hatred of the French for one another.

I'm a very smart guy. I haven't a feeling or a scruple in the world. All I have the itch for is money. I am so money greedy that for twenty-five bucks a day and expenses, mostly gasoline and whiskey, I do my thinking myself, what there is of it; I risk my whole future, the hatred of the cops and of Eddie Mars and his pals. I dodge bullets and eat saps, and say thank you very much, if you have any more trouble, I hope you'll think of me, I'll just leave one of my cards in case anything comes up.

The thing looked cut and dried to them. A nasty affair between two rather nasty people, too much loving, too much drinking, too much proximity ending in a savage hatred and a murderous impulse and death.