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There's a big difference between hating someone in peace and hating someone during war.

There's a story behind every "I don't believe in love" "Period

theres a heavy silence between us it settles in the creases on your jacket and seeps into the fur on my hood. i know your middle name and i know your birthday and i know you look more like your dad but you wish you looked like your mom. i watch your back and for the first time in my life im genuinely terrified. "whats my birthday?" i ask and you dont look at me because you never do you never look me in the eye you never say my name and god its hitting me. its hitting me that maybe maybe it was all for nothing i know you inside and out i know you better than i know myself and maybe thats all for nothing. "it’s in december, right?" you ask but its not a question and if i were anyone else if i werent love-sick if i wasnt absolutely fucking blinded by you i would punch you in the fucking mouth. my birthday is may fifth.

There’s hardly anybody who doesn’t hate somebody now, and nobody at all whom somebody doesn’t hate.

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe in his mind he's doing the right thing.

There's just no time for hatred. It's lazy and destructive. We can all do better. Our world needs us to. I love you.

There's no room for hate and violence in this world. We must learn to be more kind, compassionate, empathetic, and sympathetic to humanity.

Theres no competition in DESTINY. Run your own RACE and wish others WELL!!!

There’s smitten and there’s smite.

There was a flicker of something in Greta's look. I couldn't tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness.

There was a time I stopped talking, just like you. My reasons were a little bit different, but... I think the feelings of being ashamed of myself and hating myself... are the same. Here it says "to like yourself." What does that mean? Good things---how are you supposed to find them? I only know things that I hate about myself. Because that's all I know: I hate myself. Even if your force yourself to find good things... it feels so empty. It doesn't work that way. People like your teacher just don't get it. I think... when you hear someone say they like you for the first time... then you can begin to like yourself. I think when someone accepts you for the first time... you feel like you can forgive yourself a little. You can begin to face your fears. ~Yuki

There was no way to kiss her like a good boy. You could start out that way, but you always ended up on the other side of the tracks. If you hated her, it didn’t make any difference; it worked just the same.

There were several varieties of hatred, he had learned in the past several days. There was the kind that sent a man spiraling into himself and kept him chained to his bed, unable to do anything but sleep and wallow. And there was the kind that possessed a person and drove him to distraction. The kind that forced him to seek escape in wine and women and inane adventures. Those sorts of hate were certainly terrible and had profound effects on a person. But the third kind, that was the most lethal. The third was the kind of hate that infected a man, and it replicated and ran through his veins, replacing his blood. And it drove him to do terrible, vile, murderous things. That was the sort that propelled Hook forward into the trees that night.

There you go, being human again,' said the Doctor. He put an arm around Rose, and hugged her to him. 'It's not fair, is it, when we're forced into pitying someone we hate. Feels like the world's turned topsy-turvy. But it's all right. You're still allowed to hate them. As long as you don't gloat at their downfall, that's all.

The richest people in the world build networks and invest in people; everyone else looks for work and invests in survival.

The self is hateful." But "I" is passable. ("Le moi est haïssable". - Mais le Je est passable.)

The seriousness of being part of Operation Desert Storm-the first major foreign crisis for the United States after the end of the Cold War- was never lost upon us.

The simple truth of the matter is that people who complain about a peaceful parade which lasts at best one hour in a particular place - ONCE in a whole year - do so out of hatred and intolerance. it isn't just the parade, it is seeing gay and trans people in public - and gay and trans people BEING gay and trans in public. And that is the root of the problem - they HATE gay and trans people.

The soul is a mirror: when hate looks in, love cannot look out.

The sun which warms the plant can under other conditions also wither it. The rain which nourishes the flower can under other conditions rot it. The same sun shines upon mud that shines upon wax. It hardens the mud but softens the wax. The difference is not in the sun, but in that upon which it shines. The Divine Life which shines upon a soul that loves Him, softens it into everlasting life; that same Divine Life which shines upon the slothful soul, neglectful of God, hardens it into everlasting death.

The symptoms of loving and hating someone are the same too. For example, the stomach twists at the thought of them. The heart beats faster at the thought of them. They make you lose sleep and appetite at the thought of them. And during every interaction with them, you lose control of your mind and body. You'd be so consumed by them that you cannot think of anything but them.

the target of the masses is that which stands out of the masses

The ultimate end of love is its opposite -- hate and vice versa, the ultimate end of hate is its opposite -- love. Make the woman's heart hate you deeply, and one day she will fall in love with you. And deep love in the heart of a woman can kill you one day, too.

The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.

The truly terrible thing about the war spirit, about the fear and hate hysteria it generates, is that it forces us to think and talk and feel in terms of abstractions—those "communists" this time, those "fascists" last time. But those we are fighting and killing are people—men, women and children—not political, geographic or economic abstractions. They are, in the main, as decent and fearful and confused as we are. And they regard us as abstractions as much as we do them.

The tyrant’s formula for every genocide since the beginning of time: differentiate, divide, destroy.

The universe does not work in phrases; don’t focus on the commas; just wait for the full stop.

The thing about our choices is that after we have made them, they turn around and make us.

The truth is you can't hate a person you don't care about.

The walls that a hateful mind builds around it, make it impossible for happiness to find its way in.

The water cleansed his soul of the clutter and junk he had acquired through advice from those who were loud, but wrong. Many who had claimed to be wise had filled him, like so many others, with fear, hate, and judgement - all emotions that could not be carried be carried into Eternity.

The weak-minded choose to hate," she said. "It's the least painful thing to do, isn't it?

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now. I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.

The wise will admire you. The wishful will envy you. The weak will hate you. This is the reality for those who dare to be epic.

The word phobic has its place when properly used, but lately it's been declawed by the pompous insistence that most animosity is based upon fear rather than loathing.... I hate computers. My hatred is entrenched, and I nourish it daily. I'm comfortable with it, and no community outreach program will change my mind.

The world is easy to hate, especially when you think about all the pain in it. But there's a lot to be thankful for, so I choose to think about that instead. You should, too.

The world can change so quickly,” Jia said. “One day the future seems hopeful, and the next day clouds of hate and bigotry have gathered as if blown in from some as yet unimagined sea.” “They were always there, Jia,” said Diana. “Even if we did not want to acknowledge them. They were always on the horizon.” Jia looked weary, [...] “I do not know if we can gather enough strength to clear the skies again.

The world has been blind in the presence of artificial lights.They blame on the darkness in broad daylight.

The world is getting too small for both an Us and a Them. Us and Them have become codependent, intertwined, fixed to one another. We have no separate fates, but are bound together in one. And our fear of one another is the only thing capable of our undoing.

The worst enemies one could have are the blood enemies. The very people you called family.

The worst thing you can do is to hate someone. The best thing you can do is to totally love someone without expectations.

They feared him, and because they feared him, they hated him.

They burnt crosses every night all around us, and a man who'll burn what he prays to, he’ll burn anything.

They feared him, and because they feared him, they hated him. ....You see, they didn't understand that really he had one of the kindest hearts in the world; and he didn't understand that they hated him just because they didn't know him.

They feared you, and love can’t exist when there’s that much fear.

They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

They hate us because we don't even know why they hate us.

They hate me” I tell him. “Despise me. And they’ll hate you too. Despise you. But we’ll be here long after they’re all gone.

They hate people and their stories; they have hated for so long and with such intensity that in the end the darkness enveloped their whole bodies until their shapes were no longer discernible. That is also why they are so difficult to defeat, because they can disappear into walls or into the ground or float up. They're ferocious and bloodthirsty, and if you're bitten by one you don't just die; a far more serious and terrible fate lies in store: you lose your imagination. (talking about shadows)

They hate you not because of what you have done but because of who you are; you are different from who they are, and you are occupying the ground they want for themselves.