But not forgiving yourself often becomes the root of severe self-loathing extreme self hatred and intense inhibitions. It will be next to impossible to truly

I’m not saying I hate you, what I’m saying is that you are literally the Monday of my life.

I see you haven’t changed. You need to make a choice. Is this how you wish to live your life: covering your ears, closing your

Kyo Sohma: Does this mean your training Sabbatical is finally over?
Kazuma Sohma: Yes it is. I’m afraid I can’t afford to spend any more time

Kazuma Sohma: No, Kyo. You will continue living here.
Kyo Sohma: Wadda you mean? You promised!
Kazuma Sohma: This is the best place for you to live

You have to tell me – and be honest – do you love me? Do you hate me? Because I love you. I do –

You’ve got that right. I hate you. I truly, truly do. You really ought to thank me for putting it so bluntly. It’ll make it

Please. Hate me, that’s fine, but don’t abandon her. All right? There’s no need for you to be so cold. Like you said, she doesn’t

Listen, Shigure, I believe I know how you feel about her. I realize you that probably hate me, but –.

Do you… Do you still hate Kyo that much?

I wish there were enough marshals to walk with every child as they faced the hatred and racism today, and to support, encourage them the way these federal marshals did for me.

I hated being careful, too – or wanted to, at least.

Deploring change is the unchangeable habit of all Englishmen. If you find any important figures who really like change, such as Bernard Shaw, Keir Hardie, Lloyd George, Selfridge or Disraeli, you will find that they are not really English at all, but Irish, Scotch, Welsh, American or Jewish. Englishmen make changes, sometimes great changes. But, secretly or openly, they always deplore them.

What should I do? I hate this. I don’t want to die like this. I don’t want to die! Tohru…she’ll be all on her own. I can’t leave her. We can’t part like this. What’s going to happen to her if I’m not there? She just started high school…she’s still a child. She…she’s still…Katsuya. I understand now. Leaving someone behind, being left behind…both of them are heartbreaking, aren’t they? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Tohru. You at least knew I loved you, right? Tohru…I wanted to love you even more. Hey…somebody…anybody, please…protect that girl. She’s not very good at crying for herself, but even so, if she does cry, you have to stay with her. Somebody, please…hey, somebody…She’s my treasure. Protect her…somebody…anybody…

Normally I hate people who whine all the time, but in your case, it would be okay to complain. Be selfish, say what you want once in a while. It’s okay to let yourself be sad.

A virus is fought inside us,
While violence is fought amongst us.
In both, our triumph is not in conquering others,
But conquering the most destructive agents & instincts that we carry
Within our mortal forms.
Hate is a virus.
A virus demands a body.
What we mean is:
Hate only survives when hosted in humans.
If we are to give it anything,
Let it be our sorrow & never our skin.
To love just may be
The fight of our lives.

“Sometimes I hate you,” she said.

I tweet early in the morning when I wake up or late at night just to let you know that I have a show or what’s on my mind, and that’s it. I hate Snapchat and all of that. It’s making kids so stupid.

Only thing I hate about falling asleep is that it’s time I don’t get to spend with you!

Hating the cool kids takes an awful lot of energy, and I’d given up on it a long time ago.

Anyway, when you get in trouble, just don’t tell on anyone. I mean, I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve for only dental work and my father. But that doesn’t mean I would rat them out. Pretty much the only important thing is never never never never rat.

“Have you ever been in love?”
“Love is for real people.”
“You sound real.”
“I dislike real people.”
“You dislike them?”
“I hate them.”

“Do you hate people?”

“I don’t hate them…I just feel better when they’re not around.”

My enemies are the source of half my income. They hate me so much that it becomes a subliminal love affair.

All’s fair in hate and Hollywood.

Are you becoming what you’ve always hated?

Shut up…if I really am a witch, then what are you? Do you think you can do this to me without any consequences? Shut up. I hate you. I really hate you. You should just die.

Don’t let anyone’s stupidity, hatred, anger, drama, or negativity keep you from being the best version of yourself.

Don’t hate people who show you what’s wrong with you. They are your mirror, they are your true friends.

Even though spring is almost here, it’s snowing. I hate when the snow piles up. The white snow that smooths over everything. The “perfection” of that white expanse…I hate it.

I hated myself so much. I felt so insecure. But then I was really happy the day I met you. You made me feel…okay about myself. Because I knew that as bad as I had it, my sorrows were nothing compared to the Cat.

Love is Love. Better to Love than Hate!!!

At the time, I knew little about the racial fears and hatred in Louisiana, where I was growing up. Young children never know about racism at the start. It’s we adults who teach it.

I think there’s no point in hating.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s losing. If there are two things I hate, then it’s losing and getting cancer.

The people I passed every morning as I walked up the school’s steps were full of hate. They were white, but so was my teacher, who couldn’t have been more different from them. She was one of the most loving people I had ever known.

Racism is a form of hate. We pass it on to our young people. When we do that, we are robbing children of their innocence.

I believe it doesn’t do yourself any good to hate.

You said before that you hate it here. Well, I don’t believe thats true. You don’t hate it… but you’re afraid to face what you know you must. So instead… you run away. The air that you said was smothering… you know it can also heal you. But you refuse to let it. You refuse to let anyone see you for your true self. You’re too afraid of what you might lose. You’re running away because you’re afraid to admit your feelings even to yourself.

For the record, I don’t worship the devil. I just hate religion.

Don’t hate me ’cause you ain’t me!

The ones that hate you most tend to be the people you know.

I hate this fear. I hate this. I hate this world.
I hate it that nobody needs me.
I don’t own this world.

I’ve had enough. It’s not supposed to be my fault. Only now..
Only now that I realized..
I hate this world now,
living in this world where ‘promise’, ‘bond’ and ‘eternity’ don’t exist,
and living in a world full fo strangers is a very, very scary thing.

Scared that there’s no guarantee that I’ll be loved.
You can’t be living with people surrounding you forever. You just cant.
The world is too scary.

The scariest and the most painful thing is to be hated by someone you truly love.

Too pissed off to cry, I said, ‘This is only making me hate her. I don’t want to hate her. And what’s the point, if that’s all it’s making me do?’ Still refusing to answer how and why questions. Still insisting on an aura of mystery.
I leaned forward, head between by knees, and the Colonel placed a head on my upper back. ‘The point is that there are always alsweres, Pudge.’ And then he pushed air out between his pursed lips and I could hear the angry quiver in his voice as he repeated, ‘There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.’

Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than “Boy, I wish you hadn’t mummified me and thrown me into the lake” hate.

The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way out of it. This teacher rocked. I hated discussion classes. I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words and try to phrase things in the vaguest possible way so they wouldn’t sound dumb, and I hated how it was all just a game of trying to figure out what the teacher wanted to hear and then saying it. I’m in class, so teach me.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn’t hate people who watched or played them.

Fuck a deal, I just want my father’s email
so I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail.

N**ga, f**k your role model, b**ch! I’m my idol. And if you can’t face it, my n**ga, you can ass it.

The heart is the anchor to all things, be it love to hate, or light to dark.

I always believe in just have as much fun as you can so that when you’re in the part that you hate, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, that you’re close to finished.

The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it. They spell it so abominably that no man can teach himself what it sounds like. It is impossible for an Englishman to open his mouth without making some other Englishman hate or despise him.

Many moons ago the white man stole their land, so they’re instantly gonna have a hatred for you. I want you to keep Dakota by your side, and never show ’em an ounce of fear—one day, you can gain their respect.

Over the course of my career, I played on many different teams. Some, I liked. Some, I really f**king hated. I’m not mentioning any names, but let’s just say Seattle can tongue-kiss my shit hole. The best way to get a new team on your side is to trash the last team you played for. Talk shit about how their fans suck and their women have pancake titties. If that doesn’t work, then just like prison, you pick the biggest, baddest dude on the team and you kick him in his f**king teeth.

Englishmen hate Liberty and Equality too much to understand them. But every Englishman loves a pedigree.