Hatred is inveterate anger.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
Resentment seems to have been given us by nature for a defense, and for a defense only! It is the safeguard of justice and the security of innocence.
Hatreds not vowed and concealed are to be feared more than those openly declared.
The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.
There is something to that old saying that hate injures the hater, not the hated.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
I have always hated that damn James Bond. I'd like to kill him.
When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
There is no medicine to cure hatred.