Quotes about Hatred
Love is the opposite of anger. Anger is disdain, hatred, and contempt.
— Edward Welch
Shame is very much on display in Jesus' crucifixion. When he predicted his own death to his disciples, he made sure to explain that it would be infused with mocking, a public flogging, and spitting (Mark 10:33—34). Witness this hatred and rejection and it will change you.
— Edward Welch
Temptation gains power where we see it prevail in others we know and we express neither shock or hatred of them and their ways nor pity and prayer for their deliverance.
— John Owen
The Lord heareth the prayers of those who ask to put aside hatred. But he is deaf to those who would flee from love.
— Paulo Coelho
Prayer is the best response to hatred.
— Charles Spurgeon
Kindness acts Not always as you think; a hated hand Renders it odious.
— Pierre Corneille
But the forces of evil have not abdicated. The malevolent ghosts of hatred are resurgent with a fury and a boldness that are as astounding as they are nauseating: ethnic conflicts, religious riots, anti-Semitic incidents here, there, and everywhere. What is wrong with these morally degenerate people that they abuse their freedom, so recently won?
— Elie Wiesel
That was when I began to hate them, and my hatred remains our only link today. They were our first oppressors. They were the first faces of hell and death.
— Elie Wiesel
It is nothing short of a transformed vision of reality that is able to see Christ as more real than the storm, love more real than hatred, meakness more real than pride, long-suffering more real than annoyance, holiness more real than sin. - Discipline
— Elisabeth Elliot
the more that sin is seen, the more it is hated, and therefore it is less. Dust particles are in a room before the sun shines, but they only appear then.
— Richard Sibbes
People may hate you for being different and not living by society's standards but deep down, they wish they had the courage to do the same.
— Kevin Hart
I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.
— Emily Bronte