Hate Quotes - Page 215

When I say I hate nostalgia, I hate things set in the recent past where everything is shiny and new.

This is more a personal quibble of mine, but why do you hate freedom? Why do you hate the fact that other people want a chance to live their lives and be happy, even though they may believe in something different than you, or act different than you? How does gay marriage, in any way shape or form, affect your life?

I hate that you don't have the insight. I hate that you shamelessly returned despite being kicked out. I hate that you don't even seem to have the slightest self-respect. And also the fact that you used San as your "heart-wrenching" excuse to return. Back to this hell-hole.

I hate that people assume guys are the only ones to want sex. Girls want sex, too, and that shouldn't be a problem.

Misery generates hate.

I had to face the facts, I was pear-shaped. I was a bit depressed because I hate pears. 'Specially their shape.

"Proper work" usually involves performing a task you hate on behalf of people you'd gleefully club to death with a bull's knee if only it were legal to do so.

I was planning on writing a detailed review of several books on web security tonight, but the Obama collapse has superseded my best-laid plans. Here’s another open thread for this important topic, as America wrestles with the issue of whether it would be a good idea to elect a President with a 20-year history of associating with people who hate America.

This is why I hate white people. You guys try to turn everything into a racial issue.

As much as you can love someone, is as much as you can hate someone. It goes in equal and opposite directions. Like if you love someone so much and they hurt you so bad, then that is as equal as to how much you can have rage for them.

Americans aren't buying the hate these anti-LGBT extremists are selling, so they've been forced to take their take their dangerous rhetoric abroad. These radicals are now travelling from country to country advocating for the persecution of LGBT people under the guise that they're saving children.

I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers.

[Albert Camus]didn't have much hope that things would work out, but he wanted them to. Algeria had reached such a degree of violence that once such violence is created there's no more room for reflection. And there's no mediating position. If you look at Bosnia today, the Croats, Bosnians and Serbs, they've all created so much horror that one starts to wonder how these peoples can live together, after having done what they have. Already the violence has reached such a degree that everybody is living in hate, there's no possibility of reflection, no mediating position.

I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.

Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.

I dealt with people with diverse political views. If you find people who are your political opponents, and talk to them for an hour, chances are you're going to like them, and they're not full of hate.

I hate rushing the creative process, but there could definitely be a lot worse lots in life.

I hate caviar. Ugh! The freebase of food!

That’s the way we see life: your community is your survival. And if you live in a small community like this, even the people you hate you have as friends.

Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

To truly hate is an art one learns with time.

I hate people who over intellectualize. It bores me deeply.

I see people, as they approach me, trying to make up their minds whether they'll 'say something about it' or not. I hate if they do, and if they don't.

The composers hated me. The singers detested me. The guitarists were terrified by me.

The deceptive, glossy media images of faces, bodies and social lifestyles, make us hate ourselves so we will buy a solution to love ourselves once again.