Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small.
...you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.
From the deepest desire oftentimes ensues the deadliest hate.
Further I will not flatter you, / That all I see in you is worthy love, / Than this; that nothing do I see in you / That should merit hate.
There is no grief like hate! no pains like passions! no deceit like sense! Enter the path! far hath he gone whose foot treads down one fond offence.
We hate delay, yet it makes us wise.
Life is short, even for those who live a long time, and we must live for the few who know and appreciate us, who judge and absolve us, and for whom we have the same affection and indulgence. The rest I look upon as a mere crowd, lively or sad, loyal or corrupt, from whom there is nothing to be expected but fleeting emotions, either pleasant or unpleasant, which leave no trace behind them. We ought to hate very rarely, as it is too fatiguing; remain indifferent to a great deal, forgive often and never forget.
Love is on the verge of hate each time it stoops for pardon.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
One shriek of hate would jar all the hymns of heaven: / True Devils with no ear, they howl in tune / With nothing but the Devil!
I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.
My fancy makes me hate a man who breathes hard when he is eating. Fancy has great weight. Will you profit by yielding to this weight because it is natural? No; but by resisting it.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses, you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darknes, so working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Hatred is active, and envy passive, disgust; there is but one step from envy to hate.
The intellect will always profit by the acquisition of any knowledge whatsoever, for thus what is useless will be expelled from it, and what is fruitful will remain. It is impossible either to hate or to love a thing without first acquiring knowledge of it.
Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate.--_Beecher._
On every stage the foes of peace attend / Hate dogs their flight, and insult mocks their end.
Those who dwell in fear dwell next door to hate; and I think it is the cowardice of women that makes them such intense haters.
I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
Love is a severe critic. Hate can pardon more than love.--_Thoreau._
Here's a sigh for those who love me, / And a smile for those who hate, / And whatever sky's above me, / Here's a heart for every fate.
Why political intellectuals, do you incline towards the proletariat? In commiseration for what? I realize that a proletarian would hate you, you have no hatred because you are bourgeois, privileged, smooth-skinned types, but also because you dare not say that the only important thing there is to say, that one can enjoy swallowing the shit of capital, its materials, its metal bars, its polystyrene, its books, its sausage pâtés, swallowing tonnes of it till you burst – and because instead of saying this, which is also what happens in the desires of those who work with their hands, arses and heads, ah, you become a leader of men, what a leader of pimps, you lean forward and divulge: ah, but that’s alienation, it isn’t pretty, hang on, we’ll save you from it, we will work to liberate you from this wicked affection for servitude, we will give you dignity. And in this way you situate yourselves on the most despicable side, the moralistic side where you desire that our capitalized’s desire be totally ignored, brought to a standstill, you are like priests with sinners, our servile intensities frighten you, you have to tell yourselves: how they must suffer to endure that! And of course we suffer, we the capitalized, but this does not mean that we do not enjoy, nor that what you think you can offer us as a remedy – for what? – does not disgust us, even more. We abhor therapeutics and its vaseline, we prefer to burst under the quantitative excesses that you judge the most stupid. And don’t wait for our spontaneity to rise up in revolt either.
I can well imagine the extent of his relationship with my father,' Warner says, shaking his head. 'And that he has managed to survive it at all, and with more humanity than I did?' A pause. 'No,' he says. 'I cannot hate him. And I would be lying if I said I didn't admire him.
Quotes by people born this day, already used as QOTD: Where the market works, I'm for that. Where the government is necessary, I'm for that. I'm deeply suspicious of somebody who says, "I'm in favor of privatization," or, "I'm deeply in favor of public ownership." I'm in favor of whatever works in the particular case.
I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist
To do him any wrong was to beget / A kindness from him, for his heart was rich, / Of such fine mould, that if you sow'd therein / The seed of Hate, it blossom'd Charity.
I’m hoping for a broadsword,” Patrick said, crossing his fingers. “We can go all Game of Thrones on Arkansas.” “I’ve always hated Arkansas,” Ben considered. “We all do, Ben. We all hate Arkansas.
When we hate ourselves we destroy our bodies with alcohol, drugs, casual sex, and a bunch of stuff. Then we look at ourselves and hate ourselves even more.
He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.
The AI does not hate you, nor does it love you, but you are made out of atoms which it can use for something else. ― Eliezer Yudkowsky
That man, I think, has had a liberal education who has been so trained in youth that his body is the ready servant of his will, and does with ease and pleasure all the work that, as a mechanism, it is capable of; whose intellect is a clear, cold, logic engine, with all its parts of equal strength and in smooth working order; ready, like a steam engine, to be turned to any kind of work, and spin the gossamers as well as force the anchors of the mind; whose mind is stored with a knowledge of the great and fundamental truths of Nature and of the laws of her operations; one who, no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire, but whose passions are trained to come to heel by a vigorous will, the servant of a tender conscience; who has learned to love all beauty, whether of Nature or of art, to hate all vileness, and to respect others as himself.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
There is no such thing as a "broken family." Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you.
Here 's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And whatever sky 's above me, Here 's a heart for every fate.
There is no hate lost between us.
We hate some persons because we do not know them, and we will not know them because we hate them.
This I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for it is the one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost.
The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.
This principle is old, but true as fate,-- Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
Life on earth is a hand-to-hand mortal combat... between the law of love and the law of hate.
Love thyself, and many will hate thee.
Love is rarely a hypocrite. But hate! how detect, and how guard against it. It lurks where you least expect it; it is created by causes that you can the least foresee; and civilization multiplies its varieties whilst it favors its disguise; for civilization increases the number of contending interests, and refinement renders more susceptible to the least irritation the cuticle of self-love.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
You may fast regularly, give alms, and pray without ceasing, but as long as you hate your brother, you will not be numbered among the children of God.--VEN. LOUIS DE BLOIS.
One can promise actions, but not feelings, for the latter are involuntary. He who promises to love forever or hate forever or be forever faithful to someone is promising something that is not in his power.
Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
Odi puerulos pr?coci ingenio=--I hate boys of precocious talent.
Virtutem incolumem odimus, / Sublatam ex oculis qu?rimus invidi=--We in our envy hate virtue when present, but seek after her when she is removed out of our sight.
Her stature tall,--I hate a dumpy woman.
Prejudice, which he pretends to hate, is man's absolute lawgiver; mere use-and-wont everywhere leads him by the nose: thus let but a rising of the sun, let but a creation of the world happen twice, and it ceases to be marvellous, to be noteworthy or noticeable.
Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, / The love of love.
No other religion has enjoined hate of self. No other religion then can be pleasing to those who hate themselves, and who seek a Being wholly to be loved. And these, if they had never heard of the religion of an humiliated God, would embrace it at once.
These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage.
In one word Self has two qualities, it is unjust in its essence because it makes itself the centre of all, it is inconvenient to others, in that it would bring them into subjection, for each 'I' is the enemy, and would fain be the tyrant of all others. You take away the inconvenience, but not the injustice, and thus you do not render it loveable to those who hate injustice; you render it loveable only to the unjust, who find in it an enemy no longer. Thus you remain unjust and can please none but the unjust.
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.
~Hatred.~--We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them.--_Colton._
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Nor love thy life, nor hate, but what thou liv'st / Live well, how long or short permit to heaven.
It is human nature to hate him whom you have injured.
Odi profanum vulgus et arceo=--I hate the profane rabble, and keep them far from me.
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love, one another.
I'm sure we all agree that we ought to love one another, and I know there are people in the world who do not love their fellow human beings — and I hate people like that!
If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.
Christ says we must hate life. Now, this does not apply to all life. It is "life in this world" that is to be hated. For life in this world implies conformity to this world. It may not mean pursuing worldly pleasures, or mixing with worldly sets; but a subtler thing than that--a silent deference to worldly opinion; an almost unconscious lowering of religious tone to the level of the worldly-religious world around; a subdued resistance to the soul's delicate promptings to greater consecration, out of deference to "breadth" or fear of ridicule. These, and such things, are what Christ tells us we must hate. For these things are of the very essence of worldliness. "If any man love the world," even in this sense, "the love of the Father is not in him." Natural Law, p. 197.
The true religion must teach greatness and misery; must lead to the esteem and despising of self; to love and to hate.
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, / That Heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
Quotes by people born this day, already used as QOTD: No man can justly censure or condemn another, because indeed no man truly knows another
Ulterius ne tende odiis=--Press no further with your hate.
I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.
If we win here we will win everywhere. The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.
The greatest flood hath the soonest ebb; the sorest tempest the most sudden calm; the hottest love the coldest end; and from the deepest desire oftentimes ensues the deadliest hate.
The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate. When it is durable, it is serene and equable. Even its famous pains begin only with the ebb of love, for few are indeed lovers, though all would fain be.--_Thoreau._
The most important affair in life is the choice of a trade, yet chance decides it. Custom makes men masons, soldiers, tilers. "He is a good tiler," says one, "and soldiers are fools." But others: "There is nothing great but war, all but soldiers are rogues." We choose our professions according as we hear this or that praised or despised in our childhood, for we naturally love truth and hate folly. These words move us, the only fault is in their application. So great is the force of custom that out of those who by nature are only men, are made all conditions of men. For some countries are full of masons, others of soldiers, etc. Nature is certainly not so uniform. Custom then produces this effect and gains ascendency over nature, yet sometimes nature gets the upper hand, and obliges man to act by instinct in spite of all custom, whether good or bad.
A man will love or hate solitude--that is, his own society--according as he is himself worthy or worthless.
He stares until I'm blushing and I decide I hate him a little...
Woman is too soft to hate permanently; even if a hundred men have been a grief to her, she will still love the hundred and first.
Though thousands hate physic, because of the cost, / Yet thousands it helpeth, that else should be lost.
Because it's so hard to be kind to the world when all you've ever felt is hate.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
But if I hate it because it is unjust, and because it makes itself the centre of all, I shall always hate it.
I have decided to stick to love...Hate is too great a burden to bear.
This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.
Every offence is not a hate at first.
Knave! because thou strikest as a knight; / Being but knave, I hate thee all the more.
I hate the lackadaisical ennui of a sun too preoccupied with itself to notice the infinite hours we spend in it's presence. The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it's tired of us
Jealousy / Hath in it an alchemic force to fuse / Almost into one metal love and hate.
The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.
I would then lead man to the desire of finding it; to be free from passions and ready to follow it where he may find it, knowing how his knowledge is obscured by the passions. I would that he should hate in himself the desires which bias his judgment, that they may neither blind him in making his choice, nor obstruct him when he has chosen.
Fame has no necessary conjunction with praise; it may exist without the breath of a word: it is a recognition of excellence which must be felt, but need not be spoken. Even the envious must feel it; feel it, and hate in silence.--_Washington Allston._
Love thyself, and many will hate thee.
I am neither so weak as to fear men, so proud as to despise them, or so unhappy as to hate them.
Children generally hate to be idle; all the care is then that their busy humour should be constantly employed in something of use to them.
Why is it that Love must so often sigh in vain for an object, and Hate never?
Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?
Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.
What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.
It's to hard to be kind to the world when all you've ever felt is hate.
I know that love is ultimately the only answer to mankind's problems. And I'm going to talk about it everywhere I go. I know it isn't popular to talk about it in some circles today. I'm not talking about emotional bosh when I talk about love, I'm talking about a strong, demanding love. And I have seen too much hate... I have decided to love. If you are seeking the highest good, I think you can find it through love. And the beautiful thing is that we are moving against wrong when we do it, because John was right, God is love. He who hates does not know God, but he who has love has the key that unlocks the door to the meaning of ultimate reality.
On aime sans raison, et sans raison l'on hait=--We love without reason, and without reason we hate.
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. ;Hate me because I'm beautiful, smart
Oderint dum metuant=--Let them show hate, provided they fear.
I know we're fucked up, alright? I'm impulsive, and hot tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don't deserve you...but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I loved anyone or anything ever. When you're around, I don't need booze, or money, or the fighting, or the one-night stands...
I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.
Yes, we hope to seed a new, rich earth. We hope to breed a race of men whose power Dwells in hearts as open as all Space Itself, who ask for nothing but the light That rinses the heart of hate so that the stars Above will be below when man has Love.
Ye have heard that it have been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy.
Men are like flies--for men are insects too, / Little in mind, howe'er our bodies run!--/ We're all in sects: in sects that hate each other, / And deem it love of God to hate one's brother.
Don't hate; only pity and avoid those that follow lies.
~Republic.~--Though I admire republican principles in theory, yet I am afraid the practice may be too perfect for human nature. We tried a republic last century and it failed. Let our enemies try next. I hate political experiments.--_Walpole._
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
Hence it happens, that if any desire our love, they avoid doing us a service which they know to be disagreeable; they treat us as we would wish to be treated: we hate the truth, and they hide it from us; we wish to be flattered, they flatter us; we love to be deceived, they deceive us.
I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist. ― Gena Showalter
Many men love in themselves what they hate in others.
We have done deeds of charity, / Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate.
Yes, when you are passionate about something, it shows. There is no point doing something that does not make you feel happy just to earn money. If you hate what you are doing, you are then just wasting your life,
I don't believe in hatred anymore. I hate to think of how it felt before When anger overwhelms your very soul It's hard to realize you'll ever know Love like we do.