In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.
His view of time, and of change, has become that of most elderly people: he hates change, since for him - for his body - any change is for the worse. And if there is to be change, then he wants it to happen quickly, so it does not use up too much of the time remaining to him.
The reason I vote Democrat is because I think it's better to pay billions for oil to people who hate us, but not drill our own because it might upset some endangered beetle, gopher, or fish here in America. We don't care about the beetles, gophers, or fish in those other countries.
Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If you do not accept all of who you are, can you accept anyone else? Hard questions. It remains to be seen whether I get any answers, hard, or otherwise.
Yes?" said Clary, her voiced sharply edged. "Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?" "No wonder that cat of his hates everyone.
Which do you hate more: breaking your word or dying?" "I don't know. I've never done either.
Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?
That's why your middle finger close to your ring, coz it's either love or hate there ain't no in-between
I've been stuck on John Eldredge lately. He's all about being a warrior outside of the church. I hate to think about this kind of stuff - I just like to do it.
Nothing wrong with changing your mind. That's a very unwaffling thing to say: "Nothing wrong. . . " Who am I to say that there's nothing wrong with it? Maybe something is wrong with changing your mind. Anyway, love is very, very difficult. I love. But probably because I hate myself on some deep, sick level, it makes loving difficult. But I do try.
Hatred is one of the poisons; like jaundice, it alters the true colors of things.
There will always be people for whom hate is easier when it’s not backed up by anything but fear.
I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography.
With love, we rise; with hate, we sink! Always remember this golden law!
No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.
I hate to mention age, but I come from an era when we weren't consumed by technology and television.
We fought very hard for feminism, for women's rights. What I'm seeing today is a very opposite thing. I don't know why, but I see women being put back in the place. And I hate it. We're losing all we worked so hard for and it really bums me out.
We must love, as looking one day to hate.
I am going to do as much as I can do, because I hate to do anything and not give my all.
I'm a thinker; I think too much. So for me to freestyle rap, it's like I'm thinking three, four time steps ahead, and I hate it.