Hatred Quotes

“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

“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

“He spoke in hard and angry earnest, if a man ever did," replied the girl, shaking her head. "He is an earnest man when his hatred is up. I know many who do worse things; but I'd rather listen to them all a dozen times, than to that Monks once.”
― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

“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

“Una delle peggiori necessità imposte dall’odio e dalla collera consiste nel calunniare quanto più è possibile l’oggetto odiato; e questo per pura e semplice coerenza.”
― William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

“Of course- I loathe him. I can't stand the sight of him or the sound of his voice, and I want to get out of here before he returns so I never have to see him again.'

'Let's do that then. Although I would love to wait until he returns so that I can stab him in the heart and then cook it over a fire. But I suppose I can do that another day,' Lala mused.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Hate is a parasite, Harper,' her mirror self said. Her voice echoed distantly. 'Starve it out.”
― Hannah Fergesen, The Infinite Miles

“You dare speak to me of evil?... You murdered my wife. You butchered my baby. Everything I ever loved, you took from me. And I swear, by all I am and will ever be, you will burn in hell for what you've done.

And I will see you there.”
― Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Damned

“Suffering engenders wrath; and while the prosperous classes blind themselves, or fall asleep, which also is to close the eyes, the hatred of the unfortunate classes lights its torch at some fretful or ill-formed mind which is dreaming in a corner, and begins to examine society. Examination by hatred, a terrible thing.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“The river was like a bit of string, following her through time and place, anchoring her here – to a village that she hated with all her heart – but also moving her along.”
― Reem Gaafar, A Mouth Full of Salt

“The Dark Cloud
Is the jealous bastard who saw your achievements and got a heart attack
Is the dangerous game someone plays when they think you won’t fight back
Is the authoritative and vicious voice of a hate group
Is the swift way in which a bully and loser flung their ice cream scoop”
― Aida Mandic, The Dark Cloud

“Envy” is not the emotion I have in mind, but it is the clearest manifestation of an emotion that has remained nameless; it is the only element of a complex emotional sum that men have permitted themselves to identify.

Envy is regarded by most people as a petty, superficial emotion and, therefore, it serves as a semihuman cover for so inhuman an emotion that those who feel it seldom dare admit it even to themselves. Mankind has lived with it, has observed its manifestations and, to various extents, has been ravaged by it for countless centuries, yet has failed to grasp its meaning and to rebel against its exponents.

Today, that emotion is the leitmotif, the sense of life of our culture. It is all around us, we are drowning in it, it is almost explicitly confessed by its more brazen exponents—yet men continue to evade its existence and are peculiarly afraid to name it, as primitive people were once afraid to pronounce the name of the devil.

That emotion is: hatred of the good for being the good.

This hatred is not resentment against some prescribed view of the good with which one does not agree. For instance, if a child resents some conventional type of obedient boy who is constantly held up to him as an ideal to emulate, this is not hatred of the good: the child does not regard that boy as good, and his resentment is the product of a clash between his values and those of his elders (though he is too young to grasp the issue in such terms). Similarly, if an adult does not regard altruism as good and resents the adulation bestowed upon some “humanitarian,” this is a clash between his values and those of others, not hatred of the good.

Hatred of the good for being the good means hatred of that which one regards as good by one’s own (conscious or subconscious) judgment. It means hatred of a person for possessing a value or virtue one regards as desirable.”
― Ayn Rand, The New Left: The Anti-Industrial Revolution

“The Dark Cloud
Is the emotional baggage that you got from the hatred and hostility you were dealt because you tried to succeed
Is the short end of the stick that outsiders receive even though they are the ones who lead
Is the mental health crisis of your close family members because they went through war
Is the appalling behavior of jealous fools who choose to keep score”
― Aida Mandic, The Dark Cloud

“The Dark Cloud
Is cruel towards people who possess a remarkably strong mind
Is evidence that empaths can detect intentions through sensing emotions that are left behind
Is a professor that teaches you about human nature and society’s obsession with money
Is aware of the naiveness of hatred and how it only seeks to steal honey”
― Aida Mandic

“The events happening in our life are random, we attach meaning to them, give reasons to justify why it happened, to save ourselves from drowning into madness. What compels me to make peace with this truth is the injustice that prevails all over the world, in private or public sphere. I don’t think if there is a God, amongst us or in Heaven, He will silently tolerate the pain and suffering of good, let them be massacred ruthlessly, while the evil flourishes and prospers. In this hopeless world where everything seems meaningless, the intended hope of religion to provide stability, contentment, and harmony has failed, and it itself lead the whole existence into unending vicious cycle of hatred and chaos.”
― Renuka Goria

“The Dark Cloud
Is a tsunami that wants to cause harm and plenty of wrath
Is a hurricane that seeks to destroy everything in its path
Is a comment that was hateful and that pissed you off
Is a date which tried to insult you and made you leave and cough”
― Aida Mandic, The Dark Cloud

“I have anger in me.”
― Nick Oliveri, Becoming the Conjurer

“No logic doesn't matter in the face of fear and emotion. Logic falls to its knees before hatred, and hatred flourishes in fear- and my people were terrified.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Extreme form of hatred is seeing someone that is close to you making a wrong decision or behaving wrongly, and you keep quiet and allow the person to proceed as if nothing is wrong.”
― Khuliso Mamathoni, The Greatest Proposal

“Isn’t it strange that people always graviate towards the very same things that they feared, or that they pretended to hate?”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Once the ignorance wears off, humans tend to appreciate the good gifts that mother nature has to offer.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Racism is a mental disorder, and should have been classified as such ages ago.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“For a time I did hate him, but for me, hate is difficult. Hate is like holding your hands over your head on a dare. You can do it for a long time, sure, but it does get tiring and bothersome after a while. It’s not possible to do much with your hands over your head, and given enough time, you wonder why you are inconveniencing yourself. You question what is to be gained, and then you feel just plain silly.”
― Michael J. Sullivan, Age of Empyre

“Fatima was dragging her feet. She hated houses of mourning. And the only thing worse than a house of mourning was a house that was waiting for a body to appear because without a body, the actual mourning could not begin or end.”
― Reem Gaafar, A Mouth Full of Salt

“Drink too deep from the well of hatred and you will surely drown.”
― C.A.A. Savastano

“Society may talk about love, but it prepares for hate. Society only talks about love, but it is very cunning and hypocritical. Society is full of hatred.
Love is a rebellion against these stupid, cunning and unconscious structures. This whole structure of the state, the establishment, the status quo, the politicians, the church, the priests, the vested interests and the media is simply stupid, but because it has existed for thousands of years we take it for granted. We think it is the only possibility.
This structure has made humanity live on a survival level. It has made humanity live on a very low level of consciousness. Even if we have become accustomed to it, it is not the only possibility.
Man can live in a totally new way, without wars, hatred, conflicts, violence, without killing each other and without murder. There is no need for all this.
Love is overflowing. Love needs a new level of consciousness. Love needs a new climate and atmosphere. One can exist without love, but one only exists, one does not live with joy. Mere existence and survival is not life. People are only existing and vegetating. But there is no joy and grandeur in life.
One has to rebel against the stupid structures that is being taught by the universities, by the society, by the politicians, by the churches, by the vested interests and the media. Rebellion means to drop the whole past, and to live in the present without the stupid system. Then we will have a beautiful life full of joy, happiness, truth, freedom and beauty.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Man is Part of the Whole: Silence, Love, Joy, Truth, Compassion, Freedom and Grace

“Everybody is born with the potential to grow, but the potential to grow can only happen in a climate and atmosphere of love. The society, the state, the education system, the church, the vested interests and the media, don't provide you with the right climate for growth.
They teach you hate in such subtle ways that you never become aware that hatred is being taught. You are being poisoned, and your source of love is destroyed. Nationality, religion, class, gender and race mean hatred. If you are loving humanity is one. Then there are no countries, boundaries and divisions. Love unites and hatred divides.
The whole society is rotted in hatred. The society is continuously preparing for hatred and war. The history of humanity can be divided into two periods: peace and war. But the so-called peace is just a preparation for war. Every war is so destructive that it takes almost ten years to have another war.
Humanity is just insane. And when people continuously prepare for war, they
become like animals. They even become worse than animals, because animals have a certain nobility and they don't kill for cruelty, but man falls below that.
Man can grow only through love. It is only in the climate of love that man can grow. It is love that makes you a human being for the first time.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Man is Part of the Whole: Silence, Love, Joy, Truth, Compassion, Freedom and Grace

“She glanced at the knife with what seemed to me like longing. "Here's my breast bared to you," she said. "Plunge the knife in." I looked at her naked body which, though within my grasp, I did not possess. Sitting on the side of the bed, I bowed my head meekly. She placed her hand on my cheek and said in a tone that was not devoid of gentleness: "My sweet, you're not the kind of man that kills." I experienced a feeling of ignominy, loneliness, and loss. Suddenly I remembered my mother. I saw her face clearly in my mind's eye and heard her saying to me "It's your life and you're free to do with it as you will." I remembered that the news of my mother's death had reached me nine months ago and had found me drunk and in the arms of a woman. I don't recollect now which woman it was; I do, though, recollect that I felt bo sadness – it was as thought the matter was of absolutely no concern to me. I remembered this and wept from deep within my heart. I wept so much I thought I would never stop. I felt Jean embraceing me and saying things I couln't make out, though her voice was repellent to me and sent a shudder through my body I pushed her violently from me. "I hate you," I shouted at her. "I swear I'll kill you one day." In the throes of my sorrow the expression in her eyes did not escape me. They shone brightly and gave me a strange look. Was it surprise? Was it fear? Was it desire? Then, in a voice of simulated tenderness, she said: "I too, my sweet, hate you. I shall hate you until death.”
― Tayeb Salih, Season of Migration to the North

“I fell into a rhythm, and his animus melted with the pleasure I granted. He ceased his threat and became a man enjoying having his cock sucked by someone who knew what she was doing.”
― Valentine Glass, Jarring Sex