Hate feeds on your heart and pollutes your mind. It makes you lose sight of reality and forces you to focus on animosity instead of love. Hate makes you less of a person, because the borders of hate are so expansive they leave no room for anything el...
I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.
Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it t...
Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate...
Haters' don't hate you, they hate self and project the energy outward because there is no courage to confront internal fears. Therefore, ignore hate or else it becomes you, also.
Because if I let myself feel the pain and the anger, I think it might kill me. Or I might kill someone else. I know it's wrong to feel that way about God and I know its's wrong to not feel anything. I hate it. I don't hate God. I hate not loving Him.
I hate everyone because everyone's same as others; and everyone hates me because I'm unique. They hate me because I have a heart; which gets hurt every time but at the end of the day it gets heal in a hope that next day wont be same as this one. So d...
If you give into hate, you'll destroy yourself. Hate doesn't help anything.
Love and hate are practically the same thing.
My password is lovehate. I love it. And I hate it.
I hate television. I hate it as much as peanuts. But I can't stop eating peanuts.
Somewhere between love and hate lies confusion, misunderstanding and desperate hope.
I love and hate this place because it is full of words.
I hate to see anybody sink. I hate to see anybody lose their dream, lose their home, something like that.
You don't hate history, you hate the way it was taught to you in high school.
I hate being the heartbreaker. Hate it. If I date somebody and it doesn't work out, it's another nightmare for me.
I hate to say it but I hate black humor. I feel like a Klan member saying it, but it's just not funny.
I would say that I have a love-hate relationship with almost everything in my life, including stand-up.
I hate editing. I love to write, but I hate to reread my stuff. To revise.
The truth is that I love my baby to bits, but the rest of it sucked. Pregnancy was the biggest killer for me. I hated it - I hated being fat.
The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.
