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[P]ride has no intrinsic substance, being no more than the name given to the soul devouring itself. When that loathsome perversion of love has borne its fruit, it has another, more meaningful and weightier name. We call it hatred.
I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers ...
Resentment is a union of sorrow with malignity; a combination of a passion which all endeavor to avoid with a passion which all concur to detest.
HATRED, n. A sentiment appropriate to the occasion of another's superiority.
Hatred is active displeasure, envy passive. We need not wonder that envy turns to soon to hatred.
Hatred is keener than friendship, less keen than love.
The hated have no reason to love.
I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding on all its beauty.
Malice and hatred are very fretting and vexatious, and apt to make our minds sore and uneasy; but he that can moderate these affections will find ease in his mind.
Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.
One does not hate as long as one disesteems, but only when one esteems equal or superior
Self-contempt, however vague, sharpens our eyes for the imperfections of others. We usually strive to reveal in others the blemishes we hide in ourselves.
unfavorable feeling,
When the multitude detests a man, inquiry is necessary; when the multitude likes a man, inquiry is equally necessary.
Hate does not present many choices; if hate is your solution, you are fairly certain to hate all phemonena with equal joy and intensity, without troubling to drag into prominence any one feature from the loathsome whole.
Polite contempt. The barbed and poisonous weapon of the righteous.
Never despise what you don't understand.
Hate can be passionate or disengaged; it can come from dislike but also from fear.
How horrible it was to be despised. To feel yourself to be despicable.
an incantation of hatred.
From love arises hatred of those things which are contrary to what we love, or which oppose and thwart us in those things that we delight in.
Taste is made of a thousand distastes
Hatred is love frustrated.
Those only are despicable who fear to be despised.
Hatred grows into insolence when we desire to excel the rest of mankind and imagine we do not belong to the common lot; we even severely and haughtily despise others as our inferiors.
Hatred needs scorn. Scorn is hatred's nectar!
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
I hated them horribly, though perhaps I was worse than any of them. They repaid me in the same way, and did not conceal their aversion for me. But by then I did not desire their affection: on the contrary, I continually longed for their humiliation.
I have no hatred but I do have bitterness.
Like gluttony or drunkenness, hatred seems an agreeable vice when you practice it yourself, but disgusting when observed in others.
Hate is not a feeling toward another, but a feeling of defeat by another.
Resentment-why, it is purification; it is a most stinging and painful consciousness!
The outrages of the powerful, the insolence of the rich, scorn of the proud, and malice of the uncharitable, all beating against the broken spirit of the unfortunate.
Hatred only tarnishes the soul that carries it.
No one can be despised by another until he has learned to despise himself.
Usually we hate things or people with which we have some emotional involvement.
He that searches for praise will often find contempt.
Hatred is like a dam waiting to burst, and when it does, it is more devastating than what you had originally intended.
My dislike has no consequences. It accrues only in my mind - like preserves on a shelf or guns zeroing in, and never firing.
An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
One does not hate as long as one has a low esteem of someone, but only when one esteems him as an equal or a superior.
Hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.
Distrust turns quickly to dislike
We hate old friends: we hate old books: we hate old opinions; and at last we come to hate ourselves.
The self-despisers are less intent on their own increase than on the diminution of others. Where self-esteem is unobtainable, envy takes the place of greed.
You worked so hard to achieve.' It blinds us to everything else, to the moments we've joyfully experienced, to happy times and the bonds created during those occasions. How is it that hatred
There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named
the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.
Where there is a disposition to dislike, a motive will never be wanting;
Better to be despised, then, than to be ignored; or damned with condescending praise.
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.
Hatred smothers all beauty.
Hate no one, for hate is a starving beast who has just found its prey.
If love is a yearning to be like (even to become) the beloved, then hatred, it must be said, can be engendered by the same ambition, when it cannot be fulfilled.
It is easy to despise what you cannot get
Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.
Hatred is a burden that can hunt you day by day, robbing you off your personal joy in broad day light.
Suffering engenders passion; and while the prosperous blind themselves, or go to sleep, the hatred of the unfortunate classes kindles its torch at some sullen or ill-constituted mind, which is dreaming in a corner, and sets to work to examine society. The examination of hatred is a terrible thing.
There are some we cannot help but take an instant dislike to.
Feelings of contempt born of inchoate, unacknowledged fear - civilization's fear of nature, men's fear of women, power's fear of powerlessness.
Man's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify.
Men's Needs.
I don't despise people.
Hate only what you can change
There is something you despise, so you narrow your minds into only accepting the direct opposite. Instead of making an attempt to walk down any of the other near limitless paths of spirit, you choose to abandon them all because of a hatred for one.
Impotent hatred is the most horrible of all emotions; one should hate nobody whom one cannot destroy.
I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.
The worst hatred is that of relatives.
Hate is by far the greatest pleasure; men love in haste, but detest in leisure.
In our house we don't use words like "despise" and 'hate,' we say "strongly dislike."
hatred is degenerated love,
I've had my successes and failures. I know many academics in my field loathe me. I've come to loathe them back, as it seems only polite to do so. But at heart it's absurd; we should band together against the big common enemies.
We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value.
The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.
Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.
The fact is, those who are like everyone else arouse no hatred unless there is a reason. But when a resplendent inner self pierces the grossness that envelops it, some, quite irrationally, extend it heartfelt adoration; others, just as irrationally, try heart and soul to insult it.
hatred will not cease by hatred
No man is despised by another unless he is first despised by himself.
A sight to touch e'en hatred's self with pity.
What the common man cannot understand he hates.
Hatred is inveterate anger.
Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.
Material things are not to be despised-without them there can be no manifestation in the material world.
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!
Do not despise anyone: an atom shadowing.
I hate hateful people.
I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.
Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.
Hatred is settled anger.
Hate is nothing but a feeling that consumes us all in a moment of despair and sorrow; a moment of regret and envy.
The pleasure of hating, like a poisonous mineral, eats into the heart of religion, and turns it to ranking spleen and bigotry; it makes patriotism an excuse for carrying fire, pestilence, and famine into other lands: it leaves to virtue nothing but the spirit of censoriousness.
In many cases hate a person is rooted in the involuntary estimate of its virtues.
When we hate a person, with an intimate, imaginative, human hatred, we enter into his mind, or sympathize
any strong interest will arouse the imagination and create some sort of sympathy.
There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.
When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.
Hate engenders loneliness and despair
Hate is a lack of imagination.
The opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference.
I don't despise, because no-one should live rent-free inside your head.
My hate is general, I detest all men;
Some because they are wicked and do evil,
Others because they tolerate the wicked,
Refusing them the active vigorous scorn
Which vice should stimulate in virtuous minds.
My hatred of privilege and human authority was unbounded; perhaps at times I have been guilty, in my indignation, of confounding persons and things; at present I can only despise and complain; to cease to hate I only needed to know.