Quotes about Hate
Haters want us to hate them, because hate is incapacitating. When we hate, we can't operate from our real selves, which is our strength.
— Anne Lamott
Haters want us to hate them because hate is incapacitating. When we hate we can't operate from our real selves, which is our strength.
— Anne Lamott
A study of the concordance will show that there are more references in Scripture to the anger, fury, and wrath of God, than there are to His love and tenderness.
— AW Pink
Gwendolen would not have liked to be an object of disgust to this husband whom she hated: she liked all disgust to be on her side.
— George Eliot
The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature; and the good-humoured, affectionate-hearted Godfrey Cass, was fast becoming a bitter man, visited by cruel wishes, that seemed to enter, and depart, and enter again, like demons who had found in him a ready-garnished home.
— George Eliot
That space the evil one abstracted stood from his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .
— John Milton
We need to display as much conviction behind our love as some have displayed behind their hate.
— Marianne Williamson
It is not the radicalism of hate that is our biggest danger today; our biggest danger is that we lack the radicalism of love.
— Marianne Williamson
Do terrorists hate us just some of the time? Do they have a casual commitment to their cause? Do they take less than seriously the goal of full manifestation of their worldview? The only way we will triumph over hate is to become as deeply committed to love as some people are committed to hate, as deeply devoted to expressing our love as some people are devoted to expressing their hate, and as firm in our conviction that love is our mission as some are that hate is theirs.
— Marianne Williamson
It is the only power that can override hate.
— Marianne Williamson
We are given this beautiful life, this beautiful world, and we destroy it with ingratitude and hate.
— Marty Rubin
O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams that bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.
— John Milton