There's little value in seeking to find reasons for why people do what they do, or feel the way they feel. Hatred is a most pernicious thing, finding root in any kind of soil. It feeds on itself." "With words.
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
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Margaret Atwood
Before you hate something you should try to understand it.
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Martha Grimes
Hatred is a form of faith, distilled by passion to remove all rationality.
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L.E. Modesitt Jr.
Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.
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Anonymous
Think about what it would mean to fight, " he said. "Say we barricade ourselves here in the hotel and refuse to leave. They come at us with their Weapon, whatever it is. Some of us are hurt, some die. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>We go out...
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Jeanne DuPrau
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