Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
how can you love a little cat so much in such a short short time?
Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear.
Besides, if one little kiss makes her a slut, I'd hate to know what that makes you.
You're so earnest about morality that I hate to think how essentially immoral you must be underneath.
Loving someone is different from being in love with someone. You can hate someone you're in love with
Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate?
I hated the distance between us. It left me unsettled, unbalanced. Like the good parts of myself were fading.
Endless days of dark indoors and hateful glances are enough to set a rime on anyone’s bones.
Human society has dense borders - economic, religious and cultural - inculcated from an early age. We hate change.
I just wanna thank all those amazing Internet bloggers out there that hate me day-to-day. I love you! You rock!
The voice of the intelligence is drowned out by the roar of fear. It is ignored by the voice of desire. It is contradicted by the voice of shame. It is biased by hate and extinguished by anger. Most of all it is silenced by ignorance.
And I think there's something about conservatives frankly - and the Left, when it comes to their channels of persuasion, are unpersuasive. They are, most of them are hate-filled, obscenity-clogged rants of anger and hatred.
Fear, separation, hate and anger come from the wrong view that you and the Earth are two separate entities, the Earth is only the environment. You are in the centre, and you want to do something for the Earth in order for you to survive.
Fear, separation, hate and anger come from the wrong view that you and the Earth are two separate entities, the Earth is only the environment. You are in the centre and you want to do something for the Earth in order for you to survive. That is a dua...
No one is a plain white room. I hate going into a home that is done to the nines but has nothing do with the homeowner - no knickknacks, no art that has anything to say about the person who lives there.
I remember when I was in art classes, I hated following the assignments. And I would get in trouble for doing something totally different or taking it in a weird direction.
I heard a song I hate and I thought of her. Ah, such is love.
I hate change more than almost anything.
I hate how it’s so much easier to be open and straightforward to a computer screen than to an actual person.
It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.
