He came up flailing and sputtering and began to thrash his way toward the line of willows that marked the submerged creek bank. He could not swim, but how would you drown him? His wrath...

… that kind of patriotism which consists in hating all other nations …

Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.

Try to understand men. If you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and almost always leads to love.

Buy a gift for a dog, and you’ll be amazed at the way it will dance and swerve its tail, but if don’t have anything to offer to it, it won’t even recognize your arrival;...

If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse.

Hatred is always at war with love that keeps growing.

There is no medicine to cure hatred.

A sight to touch e’en hatred’s self with pity.

How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child…How did anyone ever come to that point?

It’s to the Capitol’s advantage to have us divided among ourselves.Another tool to cause misery in our district. A way to plant hatred between the starving workers [of the Seam] and those who can generally...

Simple shifts in points of view can open doors to expansions of consciousness as easily as rigid dispositions can close hearts and minds to such elevated awareness. It generally depends on whether you allow fear...

Everything in this world seems to be created in pairs. If there is a man, there is a woman—in almost equal numbers. In the same way, there is pleasure with pain, love with hatred, wisdom...

Everybody should try to free himself from the negative qualities like hatred, jealousy and wickedness.

plant the seeds of racial separateness and of hatred in the law.

The hated man is the result of his hater’s pride rather than his hater’s conscience.

Pick the axe; chop off the anger; burn the pieces and bury the ashes. Anger kills before it is noticed. It travels faster to the destination to destroy long before conscience arrives to regret it!

Lemme take your picture! You fucking bok gwai low got a face carved out of rotten potato cured in dogshit, runover with a towtruck driven by Hellen Keller in a puke fit on pills…

Bridget’s tight fists began to shake as something from deep inside, born of utter anger and hatred, crept from the depths of her soul. She lunged at him, prepared to pound his handsome face to...

For once I didn’t look away immediately. I forced myself to meet her contemptuous gaze. I allowed myself be swept away by it, to drown in it – the way I’d done so many times...