Hatred Quotes

“For once I didn't look away immediately. I forced myself to meet her contemptuous gaze. I allowed myself be swept away by it, to drown in it - the way I'd done so many times before. The way I would willingly do again. Because at least she was here to hate me. At least I had that. I watched my daughter conjure up the filthiest look in her vast arsenal before she turned away with complete disdain. I didn't mind that so much. It meant I could watch her, drink her in without her protest.
Look at our daughter, Callum. Isn't she beautiful, so very beautiful? She laughs like me, but when she smiles... Oh Callum, when she smiles, it's picnics in Celebration Park and sunsets on our beach and our very first kiss all over again. When Callie Rose smiles at me, she lights up my life.
When Callie Rose smiles at me.”
― Malorie Blackman, Checkmate

“My heart is too valuable to allow hatred and jealousy to rent a spot.”
― Mufti Ismail Menk

“As we grow in holiness, we grow in hatred of sin; and God, being infinitely holy, has an infinite hatred of sin.”
― Jerry Bridges, The Pursuit of Holiness

“The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.”
― Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot

“Proper deformity shows not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.”
― William Shakespeare, King Lear

“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.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.”
― H.H. Munro, The Chronicles of Clovis

“But I value their hatred. I find it very useful. You see, people are always at their weakest when they're angry.”
― Lionel Luthor from Smallville

“…and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.”
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild

“Hatred needs scorn. Scorn is hatred's nectar!”
― Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, The Crimson Curtain

“Hatred is a form of faith, distilled by passion to remove all rationality.”
― L.E. Modesitt Jr., The Elysium Commission

“You make someone into a object of – not so much of pity as of weakness, sickness, stupidity, inefectiveness, do you see what I mean? You hit them for their stupidity and their inability to respond, and when you’ve hurt them, marked them, they’re even more sick and ugly, aren’t they? And they’re afraid and cringing too. Oh, I know this isn’t very pleasant, but you did ask.”
“Go on” he said.
“So you’ve got a frightened, stupid, even disabled person, silenced, made ugly, and what can you do with someone like that, someone who’s unworthy of being treated well? You treat them badly because that’s what they deserve. One thinks of poor little kids that no one love because they’re dirty, sovered in snot and shit, and always screaming. So you beat them because they’re hateful, they’re low, they’re sub-human. That’s all they’re good for, being hit, being reduced even further.”
― Ruth Rendell, Simisola

“If you throw stones on my way to stumble and I fall, you try to put extra care when passing my way, lest you stumble and fall.”
― Miguel Ángel Sáez Gutiérrez, Zori 2ª Parte

“But no one could say he hadn't gotten even. He could not count the field women whom he had sexually degraded and demoralized and in whom he had left his seed so their bastard children would be a daily visual reminder of what a plantation white man could do to a plantation black woman whenever he wanted, nor could he count the black men whom he had made fear his blackjack as they would fear Satan himself, making each of them a lifetime enemy of all white people.”
― James Lee Burke, Jolie Blon's Bounce

“Never so sure our rapture to create
As when it touch'd the brink of all we hate.”
― William Hazlitt

“O Heavenly Children, the stories you have concocted in God's name have angered Him; for he would never instigate war between brothers, or encourage tribes to harbor resentment towards one another. He prefers the man who loves over the one who hates. And the man who spreads kindness, peace and knowledge, over the one who spreads lies, fear and terror — and misuses His name.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“I already knew that I had the ability to free myself from hatred, and I viewed this as my most significant conquest.”
― Ingrid Betancourt, Even Silence Has an End: My Six Years of Captivity in the Colombian Jungle

“And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“When there was a choice between love of a woman and hate of a man, her mind could cherish only one emotion, for her love might be a subject for laughter, but no one ever had ever mocked her hatred.”
― Graham Greene, Orient Express

“It is hard, she thought, it is hard for us to think of people who dislike us because none of us, in our heart, believes that we deserve the hatred of others.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party

“His hatred for her was now as solid as the boards he lay on, as the stones ringing the firepit.”
― Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path

“He could not blame the Army, Angelo could blame the Army; Angelo hated the Army. But he didnt hate the Army, not even now. He remembered what Maureen had told him once that it was the system that was at fault. But he could not even blame the system, because the system was not anything, it was only a kind of accumulation of everybody, and you could not blame everybody, not unless you wanted the blame to become diluted into a meaningless term, a just nothing. Besides, this system here in this country was the best system the world had ever produced, wasnt it? This system was by far and above the best system anywhere else in the world today. He felt if he did not find somebody to blame pretty soon he would hate everybody.”
― James Jones, From Here to Eternity

“If I keep grinning maybe my inoperable colon cancer won't hurt so much.”
― Tony Millionaire, Maakies

“We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.”
― Mitch Albom

“Greet each man with peace, and leave each man with love. Ask yourself - One more enemy, or one more dove?”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Don't judge with your heart,judge with your wisdom. In the same vein don't judge as the multitude,judge as one with wisdom.”
― ABC

“Why do you hate me so much?
To be honest, I don't know why,
but I really hate to feel this way.”
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

“...The typhoon of madness that swept through the country [of Rwanda] between April 7 and the third week of May accounted for 80 percent of the victims of the genocide.

That means about eight hundred thousand people were murdered during those six weeks, making the daily killing rate at least five times that of the Nazi death camps. The simple peasants of Rwanda, with their machetes, clubs, and sticks with nails, had killed at a faster rate than the Nazi death machine with its gas chambers, mass ovens, and firing squads. In my opinion, the killing frenzy of the Rwandan genocide shared a vital common thread with the technological efficiency of the Nazi genocide--satanic hate in abundance was at the core of both.”
― John Rucyahana, The Bishop of Rwanda: Finding Forgiveness Amidst a Pile of Bones

“What these young men feared and hated more than anything else was being spoken to by people they hadn't met, or having to explain themselves to people they didn't know.”
― Ryū Murakami, Popular Hits of the Showa Era

“Signý knew she would die a thousand deaths upon seeing another woman with him, bearing his children, raising them with him. All the while, Signý, caged in his dungeons, hearing all the painful details of his life with someone else, drowning in her own despair, her love for him turning to hatred. A more tragic life, she could not imagine.”
― Farrah Naseem