hatred Quotes

“Your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”

“Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.”

“If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”

“It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.”

“I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world.”

“Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.”

“And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.”

“The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.”

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”

“My only love sprung from my only hate.”

“When I reflected on his crimes and malice, my hatred and revenge burst all bounds of moderation. I would have made a pilgrimage to the highest peak of the Andes, could I when there have precipitated him to their base.”

“Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.”

“But love has to be stronger than hate, or there is no future for us.”

“Love those that hate you, but to love those one hates is impossible.”

“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”

“Chinese parenting is one of the most difficult things I can think of. You have to be hated sometimes by someone you love and who hopefully loves you, and there’s just no letting up, no point at which it suddenly becomes easy.”

“Knowing a man well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love.”

″‘There are some upon this earth of yours,’ returned the Spirit, ‘who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.‘”

“There is no need to call me ‘sir’, Professor.”

“In spite of your heart, I think; alas, poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours; for I will never love that which my friend hates.”

“At one and the same time, he had learned what love meant, and hatred. He knew that he loved. He wanted to know whom he hated.”

“Love, jealousy, hatred, burst out around us in harrowing cries.”

“For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc’d so deep.”

“All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.”

“I hate being good.”

“If you have been hated, you have also been loved.”

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.

I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I’ve tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied.

“They shouldn’t hate each other . . . I don’t hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn’t hate . . .”

“I’d rather have anybody’s hate than their pity.”

“They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side.”

“The way to happiness: Keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry. Live simply, expect little, give much. Fill your life with love. Scatter sunshine. Forget self, think of others. Do as you would be done by. Try this for a week and you will be surprised.”

Never hate your enemies. It affects your judgment.

“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.”

“I stared at the brick as it slid across the clean, worn, wooden floor, and at the glass that scattered about my feet. Outside I could hear jeers and shouts. For one moment I glimpsed howling, sweating, red-and-white faces, distorted into hideous masks of hatred and cruelty, a sea of demon heads that bobbed restlessly outside our store. I could not understand the words they were growling out, but their intention was plain. They wanted to burn and loot and hurt. Looking into that huge mass of faces was like looking into the ugliest depths of the human soul.”

“You should never hate anyone, even your worst enemies. ‘Everyone has something good about them.’ She said. ‘You have to find the redeeming quality and love the person for that.‘”

“All of these months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.”

“Common hatred unites the most heterogeneous elements. To share a common hatred, with an enemy even, is to infect him with a feeling of kinship, and thus sap his powers of resistance.”

“I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.”

″‘A Huron!’ repeated the sturdy scout, once more shaking his head in open distrust; ‘They are a thievish race, nor do I care by whom they are adopted; you can never make anything of them but skulks and vagabond.‘”

“Progressive identity politics ignores basic human realities. If you live authentically as yourself there will be repercussions. Not everyone will like you. Some people may even want you dead.”

“Accumulating love brings luck, accumulating hatred brings calamity. Anyone who fails to recognize problems leaves the door open for tragedies to rush in.”

“Hatred has engulfed the politics of the Left. Socialists hate the financially successful. LGBT activists hate fundamentalist Christians. Black Lives Matter hate police officers. Fat people hate skinny people, like me and Ann Coulter. But none of these groups hate with the PMS-fueled pettiness of feminism.”

“There is nothing else which better exposes the modern Left’s rank hypocrisy, their disregard for the facts, and their hatred for the West and all it stands for than their attitude to Islam. Every noble principle the Left claims to uphold, from rights for women to gay liberation, even diversity itself, dies on the altar of its sycophantic defense of Islam.”

“When the white man dies, he thinks he is at peace, but the red men know how to torture even the ghosts of their enemies.”

″‘No one is free,’ said Daniel. ‘So long as the land is cursed by the Romans.‘”

“But emotions of xenophobia – hatred of foreigners – and of nativism - the policy of keeping America ‘pure’ … continue to thrive”

“I know that my plainness of speech makes them hate me, and what is their hatred but a proof that I am speaking the truth?”

“Fierce Juno’s hate, Added to hostile force, shall urge thy fate.”

“The idea used to be that terrible countries were terrible because good, decent, innocent people were being oppressed by evil, thuggish leaders. Somalia changed that. Here you have a country where just about everybody is caught up in hatred and fighting.”

“The hatred and the killing continues because they want it to. Or because they don’t want peace enough to stop it.”

“When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.”

“Negrophobes exist. It is not hatred of the Negro, however, that motivates them; they lack the courage for that, or they have lost it. Hate is not inborn; it has to be constantly cultivated, to be brought into being, in conflict with more or less recognized guilt complexes. ”

“For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love, this is an old rule.”

“There is no force on earth greater than the fear jocks have of homosexuals. None. It’s like the Jewish fear of Nazis, except the complete opposite with regard to who is beating the crap out of whom. So I guess it’s more like the Nazi fear of Jews.”

“This book probably makes it seem like I hate myself and everything I do. But that’s not totally true. I mostly just hate every person I’ve ever been. I’m actually fine with myself right now.”

“His eyes, fixed on Jace, seemed to burn. Between his teeth, he hissed, ‘So be it. The Forsaken will take you all.‘”

“If any man among us gives these women even the tiniest handhold, there’s no limit to what their nimble hands will do. Why, they’ll even be building frigates and launching naval attacks, cruising against us like Artemisia.”

“To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities - I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished.”

“There must have been some good people among you, but they stayed home. And that is the point. That is why they are good. They stayed home.”

“There is no need for me to curse you -the murderer survives the victim only to learn that it was himself that he longed to be rid of. Hatred is self-hatred.”

“All creatures in hell are supposed to hate one another, as all the saved hate the damned, without reservation.”

“Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.”

“A jewel is forming inside my body. No, it’s not my heart. This is harder, cold and clean. I wrap myself around this new jewel, cradle it within me.”

“Isn’t it funny. I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind. But hatred, now. That’s something you can sue. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.”

“Children are foul and filthy!” thundered The Grand High Witch. “They are! They are!” chorused the English witches. “They are foul and filthy!” “Children are dirty and stinky!” screamed The Grand High Witch. “Dirty and stinky!” cried the audience, getting more and more worked up.”

“So she became, and her process of becoming was like most of ours: she developed a hatred for things that mystified or obstructed her; acquired virtues that were easy to maintain; assigned herself a role in the scheme of things; and harked back to simpler times for gratification.”

“I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence.”

“I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them.”

“I hated pretending to like these people, hated pretending to agree with their awful hatred of the Jews, hated pretending I wanted them to win the war and conquer the world. But I smiled because I had to.”

“Speaker, I know you’re thinking that we’re afraid of the piggies. And perhaps some of us are. But the feeling most of us have, most of the time, isn’t fear at all. It’s hatred. Loathing.”

“Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.”

“Hatred is the most mysterious and painful phenomenon to the unhappy person who is the object of it...”

What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder. ‘They’ll grow up with what the psychologists used to call an “instinctive” hatred of books and flowers. Reflexes unalterably conditioned. They’ll be safe from books and botany all their lives.’

“But it was the constant shadow of my presence!—the closest propinquity of the man whom he had most vilely wronged!—and who had grown to exist only by this perpetual poison of the direst revenge!”

His hatred, like a powerless though furious wave, was broken against the strong ascendancy which Mercédès exercised over him.

“I think that disgust is even more sickening than hatred.”

I am justified in doubting the wisdom of an old man who, because he hated the father, vents his anger on the son.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction: a look of hatred; unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

Spitz ran out his tongue and laughed again, and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.

“The general remark is, ‘Oh, it cannot be expected that one of so stern a character as M. Villefort could lavish the tenderness some fathers do on their daughters. What though she has lost her own mother at a tender age, she has had the happiness to find a second mother in Madame de Villefort.’ The world, however, is mistaken; my father abandons me from utter indifference, while my stepmother detests me with a hatred so much the more terrible because it is veiled beneath a continual smile.”

The old man’s declaration that Valentine was not the destined inheritor of his fortune had excited the hopes of Madame de Villefort; she gradually approached the invalid, and said: “Then, doubtless, dear M. Noirtier, you intend leaving your fortune to your grandson, Edward de Villefort?” The winking of the eyes which answered this speech was most decided and terrible, and expressed a feeling almost amounting to hatred.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

“In what has he wronged you, to warrant this appalling hatred?”

“had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him.”

“Don’t put faith in a single word he speaks. He’s a lying fiend! a monster, and not a human being!

I notice, when I enter his presence, the muscles of his countenance are involuntarily distorted into an expression of hatred;

“He’s not a human being,” she retorted; “and he has no claim on my charity. I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me.

After all, it is preferable to be hated than loved by him.

“He says she hates me and wants me to die, that she may have my money; but she shan’t have it: and she shan’t go home! She never shall!—she may cry, and be sick as much as she pleases!”

“Bah! What have we to do with this toothless fool? He is doomed to die! It is the man-cub who has lived too long. Free People, he was my meat from the first. Give him to me. I am weary of this man-wolf folly. He has troubled the jungle for ten seasons. Give me the man-cub, or I will hunt here always, and not give you one bone. He is a man, a man’cub, and from the marrow of my bones I hate him!”

“I have heard it said that women love men even for their vices,” Anna began suddenly, “but I hate him for his virtues.”

“Enter the house of mourning, my friend, but with kindness and affection for those who love you, and not with hatred for your enemies.”

“For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them, but allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent my mind towards injury and death.”

“You hate me, but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.”