Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.
Hate when hate acquaints the burns; Love when love that heals it!
Hate when hate acquaints the burns, Love when love heals it!
They hated Sammy Hagar for 12 years and they hate him to this day.
Presidents hate the press. They hate me most of the time.
Here's a confession: I hate parenting books. I hate the ones that are earnest and repetitive.
I hate war. Absolutely, I hate war.
No one hates war like a soldier hates war.
Love and let the world know, hate in silence.
When I was young, I loved summer and hated winter. When I got older I loved winter and hated summer. Now that I’m even older, and wiser, I hate both summer and winter.
I have a question, a question for the president: Do you hate all rich people, or just rich people who don't contribute to your campaign? Do you hate poor people or do you just hate poor people with jobs?
Man can certainly flee from God... but he cannot escape him. He can certainly hate God and be hateful to God, but he cannot change into its opposite the eternal love of God which triumphs even in his hate.
Only two kinds of feelings remain in our memory vividly: love and hate. Love recalls how many years we could live, but hate how many years we only existed wasting the given opportunities to live.
The joy of hate reflects people who get off pretending to hate something, or hate you, in order to score political points. I call them the 'tolerati' - you know, a group of people who claim to be tolerant, except when they run into someone who disagr...
When I was seven, these kids in the alley behind our house in Omaha called me Freckleface Strawberry. I hated my freckles, and I hated that name. I thought it was humiliating in the way that only a seven-year-old could hate it.
Vinz: Who made you a preacher? You know what's right and wrong? Why do you side with the assholes? Hubert: Who's the asshole? If you hate stayed in school, you'd know that hate breeds hate, Vinz.
To hate excellence is to hate the gods.
There is something to that old saying that hate injures the hater, not the hated.
Colleges hate geniuses, just as convents hate saints.
Love and hate are not opposites; they are siblings birthed by obsession.
Coconut is one of those love-hate ingredients.
