Best 1530 quotes in «hatred quotes» category

[Football] has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence: in other words it is war minus the shooting.

For a long time, Conor had known his father and Liam followed a stricter-than-average code, that their hate shone a little brighter than most, but until today, he’d never seen so clearly what fools they were and how blinded they’d become in their intolerance.

Forgiveness is the virtue of the courageous, the response of the forgiven, the mercy of the just.

FORGIVENESS The political score from four scores ago doesn't matter to anyone anymore. So why are we still keeping a tally of all the scores? If we are not applying the lessons to be gained from yesterday's history to address the problems of today - then why does any of it matter? Does Babe Ruth's baseball score from 1917 matter to us today? No. Does it matter that Gandhi bickered with his wife, or that Lincoln got into a brawl over Sally at a bar? No. Then why do tribal matches that happened thousands of years ago still mean so much to us today? To keep us from moving forward? To remind us of our racial differences and indifference? To revive tribal bitterness? And what father or God would want his children to keep a record of every argument they have ever had with each other - if there is nothing positive - only harm - to be gained by constantly reminding them? Would a wise man steer his followers to hold onto past hurts - or to squeeze them for every drop of wisdom that could be gained from them - then release them? Isn't forgiveness a holy virtue? And if so, then why do we insist on keeping historical records of resentment? Is the Creator an advocate of love or hate? And if love, then why are we still pushing so much hatred? What is there ever to be gained from vocalizing hatred? Only MORE hatred. Who wants that? And why?

For those who have true love, have no limits of expressing their love to one another yet it is a sad fact that those who are searching for love, fear expressing their love to even those who love them.

giving is a duty not a choice. Giving has no boundaries but it may be done under a noble discretion

God would prefer us all to be united than divided. The devil would prefer us all to be divided than united. God prefers the man who loves than the one who hates. The devil prefers the man who hates than the one who loves.

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.

For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it was wrong, yet it was also natural. She covered her mouth with both hands, but Nader was already pale with revulsion. He turned and marched away into unwanted sunlight, leaving her to wonder why bad things happened and why no good person prevented them.

God hates ignorance.

Greet each man with peace, and leave each man with love. Ask yourself - One more enemy, or one more dove?

Gregory: Go to hell. Dane: I'd be glad to leave you in it.

Harbour no hatred in your heart against anyone. People who do this have placed their influence on the risky line.

Harboring anger, hatred and resentment within you, is containing the venom within you. You are the only one affected...

Hate feeds on your heart and pollutes your mind. It makes you lose sight of reality and forces you to focus on animosity instead of love. Hate makes you less of a person, because the borders of hate are so expansive they leave no room for anything else, and then the rest of your world becomes tiny and insignificant in comparison.

Hate cannot live alone. It It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant. Joe early developed a gentle protective love for Joe. He comforted and flattered and cherished Joe. He set up walls to save Joe from a hostile world. And Joe gradually became proof against wrong. If Joe got into trouble, it was because the world was in angry conspiracy against him. And if Joe attacked the world, it was revenge and they damn well deserved it - the sons of bitches. Joe lavished every care on his love, and he perfected a lonely set of rules which might have gone like this: 1. Don't believe nobody. The bastards are after you. 2. Keep your mouth shut. Don't keep your neck out. 3. Keep your ears open. When they make a slip, grab on to it and wait. 4. Everybody's a son of a bitch and whatever you do they got it coming.

Hate nobody; love everybody including people who offend you.

Hatred and anger are the greatest poison to the happiness of a good mind. There is, in the very feeling of those passions, something harsh, jarring, and convulsive, something that tears and distracts the breast, and is altogether destructive of that composure and tranquillity of mind which is so necessary to happiness, and which is best promoted by the contrary passions of gratitude and love.

Hatred and greed are heavy loads. Your motive, on the other hand, is love. And instead of priding yourselves on your cunning, you recognize how weak you are...so weak that you must depend totally on the Spirit of God.

Hatred begins to emerge like love and it's not too far from love.

Hatred destroys you before it destroys the ones you hate.

Hatred happens when we refuse to see someone for their entire selves; we fear that if we see more than the qualities we hate, we will become them or worse, allow them to enter our hearts.

Hatred is a leech: The thing that sticks to a person's skin; that feeds off them and drains the sap out of one's spirit. It changes a person, and does not leave until it has sucked the last drop of peace from them.

Hatred is always at war with love that keeps growing.

Hatred is cancer of one's character, behaviour, and thoughts, that affects and endangers others too.

Hatred is exhausting. You must constantly remind yourself why you hate someone and waste needless energy to keep hating them. Forgiveness; you only need to do it once!

Hatred is so much easier to win than love - and so much harder to get rid of.

Hatred is the price that society extracts from its leaders for the honour, power and wealth it bestows unto them.

Hatred of different people supersedes logic and obvious facts and truth

Hatred towards thy neighbor is the cage that deprives us from social freedom.

Hate is a useless emotion.

Hatred and food were served up in equal proportions at the Connor dining table as he was growing up.

Hatred becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then the hatred of the human race, then the hatred of creation.

Hatred does not help us alleviate our pain even in the slightest.

Hatred is as easy as slipping on a well-worn woolen cloak. If only it provided the comfort of one.

HATRED is generally a product of fear, love is a unique product of creation. Communication and clearer thinking breaks down in fear. The attraction of "WISDOM"create the understanding and love of HUMANITY.

Hatred is sustenance for survival.

God is my strength and my defense. When I am weak, he makes me strong. When I am broken, he makes me whole.

Hatred is one's mental obsessions and complex.

Hatred makes you weak where else love makes you vulnerable. There's a difference.

Hatred may keep a body warm, but it takes a lot to keep the fire stoked, so unless a person is extraordinary in some way, some people are not worth hating, just like they’re not worth loving.

Hatred is the enemy, Hadassah. Not the people.

Hatred taught. Detestation learned. A beautiful cherub, like kindling, set to burn.

Hate is a disease, love is the cure.

Hate is the father of all evil.

Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary. This is the obscenity of war: the intimacy of mutually shed blood, the lascivious proximity of two soldiers who, eye to eye, bayonet each other.

Hatred and anger are not the opposites of love, Tess. They are backsides of the same playing cards. It is easier to flip hostile feelings over and find the love and forgiveness that have been hidden there all along, aching to be found, than it is to produce new feelings.

Hatred can't erase love memories. You need to focus on anything else.

Hatred is just a funny and absurd rhyme with no tune.

Hatred is the darkest room in your house. You locked it from the outside with the keys of resentment. Don’t live in there my dear! Break the door with the hammer of forgiveness. Come out, come out and bathe in the light of love.