Hate Quotes - Page 3

Hate was the other side of love, wasn’t it? That’s what passion was like with her - to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. We traveled to heaven and hell together. Earth wasn’t in the picture, and that was a problem.

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.

The employed are punished by having to do what they do not love. The self-employed are punished by the opposite.

I am sure that the reason why I wept and stormed as if I had gone off my head was that the combination of physical exhaustion and my unhappiness had made me hate and resent everything.

But a whole bottle was what made me feel dead inside. And it worked, all the days stress was gone and I was able to live without the gigantic knot in my stomach. Without the boulders weighing down my shoulders.

If two people who love eachother are soul mates, then there will always be a empty hole in my soul waiting for you..

If two people who love each other Ares soul mates, then there will always be a empty hole in my soul waiting for you..

If you love someone let them know, if you hate someone learn to love them.

Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn't ever last.

But there is something about human beings that too often makes our love for the world look very much like hatred for it.

Until people learn to love others more than they love to hate others, not much will change in this world.

It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

world is small to hate but very big to love

Are we not all flung into the world for no other purpose than to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and one another?

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.

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 use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk?

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love