I believe all people are assholes. You won’t find anyone that you like. You’ll just find someone you dislike a little less than the last asshole. And I can’t wait for that day. To have a woman that I can say I dislike a little less than all the other assholes.
Oh, that’s just Thud! That’s easy!” yapped a voice.Both men turned to look at Horsefry, who had been made perky by sheer relief.”I used to play it when I was a kid,” he burbled. It’s boring. The dwarfs always win!”Gilt and Vetinari shared a look. It said: While I loathe you and every aspect of...
Feelings are something you have; not something you are.
The weak-minded choose to hate,” she said. “It’s the least painful thing to do, isn’t it?
I hate, for example, whenever you hear someone say, ‘You have work at being a couple.’
My prediction is that y’all gonna hate on the style we create, straight 2008.
Christians must show that misery fits the good for heaven, while happiness prepares the bad for hell; that the wicked get all their good things in this life, and the good all their evil; that in this world God punishes the people he loves, and in the next, the ones he hates; that happiness makes...
Organized religion is the school of hate, and never more exultant in its righteous indignation than when it talks about gay and lesbian. In America the unholy alliance between the know-nothing fundamentalists and the Catholic hierarchy keeps the faithful whipped up to a frenzy of witch-hunting and fag-bashing.
In the closed world of the gynaeceum, despite the gardens and parkland extending beyong the horizon, despite the insurmountable walls separating pavillions and palaces, the tangled web of our fate was inescapable. Why did these women love each other to the point of madness? Why did they loathe one another so vehemently, and why did...
If a person’s mind is controlled by forces of revenge and jealousy, it cannot express love & sympathy. And even if they show love and sympathy to others it will yield no good result. The thought will not be reflected in love but in hate.
There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I’d like to know. I wish someone could tell me.
You hated what we had done, and it had meant so much to me. I hated you after that.
What’s to be believed? Or does it matter at all? When mass murder’s been answered with mass murder, rape with rape, hate with hate, there’s no longer much meaning in asking whose ax is bloodier. Evil, on evil, piled on evil. Was there any justification for what they did—or was there? We only know what...
Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate?
I need little peace now,i cant handle the situations.
We want people who hate to lose, like myself. Now marinate on that.
Pain withheld becomes hate, pain shared becomes love.
Ancient boundaries are meaningless, except for political purposes; old divisions of clan and tribe are sentimental remnants of the pre-atomic age; neither creed nor color nor place of origin is relevant to the realities of modern power to utterly seek and destroy.
You don’t hate history, you hate the way it was taught to you in high school.