I really like gratuitous nudity. I hate when people go, 'I'll only do it if it makes sense for the movie'. It never makes sense. So I like it - the more gratuitous the better.
The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. . . . In fact, violence merely increases hate. . . . Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
You should climb around inside my brain, Dan. It's like this dark room surrounded by quicksand. " "I know what you mean," her brother said quietly. "I hate being in my brain sometimes. I have to get out. " "What do you do?" Amy asked. Dan shrugged "I go to other places. My toes. My shoulders. But mostly here. " He tapped his chest and immediately reddened. "I know. It's stupid. " "Not really," Amy said. "I wish I could do that, too.
I get a lot of calls from families and people who have served time and they say, 'Thank you, Sheriff. I hate the tents. ' That's music to my ears.
I hate to sound self absorbed, but I'm just going to cast out this pearl of wisdom, if I could give the whole world cancer and kill them and be the last man on earth it would be a sign that god loves me especially.
I don't think we should do anything that should make the people hate the American people more.
Don't let your cool stand in the way of being soulful. Life is too short. Too short to hate. Too short to judge. Too short not to live for. Don't let anything or anyone get the best of you or your heart and mind. If you are going down. . . go down swinging, singing, and loving.
O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.
I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.
It's absolutely irrelevant what galleries and critics and people who buy your paintings think. They just don't have any possible idea of what happens to you and they're really not that interested. As a matter of fact, they hate the idea that anything really happens to you. They want you to be a genius and that's it.
I hate the amount of communication, the obligation that you have just by owning a phone.
I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?
You have this weird thing where you end up trying to fight against this faceless blob, where the more you hate it, the bigger it gets, because it's all in your head.
I hate to be a failure. I hate and regret the failure of my marriages. I would gladly give all my millions for just one lasting marital success.
Students, eh? Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't hit them with a shovel!
I hate fights. I try to talk people out of fighting if I can and if they start I run away.
Americans aren't buying the hate these anti-LGBT extremists are selling, so they've been forced to take their take their dangerous rhetoric abroad. These radicals are now travelling from country to country advocating for the persecution of LGBT people under the guise that they're saving children.
A lot of composers I know hate temp scores because people get attached to them.
Hatred is settled anger.
That’s why I hate to take credit for the songs I’ve written. I feel that somewhere, someplace, it’s been done and I’m just a courier bringing it into the world.