Hate Quotes - Page 245

I love learning, but hate being taught.

I think that live music is really pretentious - all of it. I hate festivals and live shows, because as soon as I get on stage, I start performing for people and it becomes about sex, banter, and skill. They're looking at me and not thinking about themselves. I'm thinking about how cool I look. It's just stupid - all live music is really stupid. I wouldn't encourage going to see anybody live, ever. Not even me.

The person on the shrine is myself. I listen to my own music constantly. I made a whole other record already. I look at myself on the internet constantly, so much so that I actually physically hate my face. It's like I've become apart from myself. I can't even live up to myself.

One of my struggles is that I'm a glutton. There's always those very simple, long, old-ass things, but they're very real to me, and I'm sitting in them, and they're swirling in my mind all the time. I tell people about it and they think, "Why don't you just go and make some money, go get a big-screen TV, or look at the Internet." Or they say, "Go create some introspective art." I just want to explode. I don't know how everybody else is able to walk around so calm. It's amazing to me when I see people walking so calmly down the street. I envy them, but I also kind of hate them.

His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.

We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.

When you want full color perception, you must give up preferring some colors and hating others, for you can only hate one aspect of a color, not a whole color, it seems, hate being blind, like 'love.

I hate a style, as I do a garden, that is wholly flat and regular; that slides along like an eel, and never rises to what one can call an inequality.

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

Every offense is not a hate at first.

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

Hate pollutes the mind.

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.

Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King.

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

It is impossible not to notice that our world is tormented by failure, hate, guilt, and fear.

The people you hate, well, this is the question about such people: why do you hate them?

If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it.