Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.

Hatred is a burden that can hunt you day by day, robbing you off your personal joy in broad day light.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

Hatred is self-punishment.

Take care that no one hates you justly.

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.

I do not hate the man, but his vices.

Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.

All mourning fears its end and thinks with terror of the day when its pain will subside. In the same way, hate fears above all to be delivered of itself. Once more, it grips its tail between its teeth.

Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated and this was an immutable law.

I shall allow no man to belittle my soul by making me hate him.

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

All men naturally hate one another. They employ lust as far as possible in the service of the public weal. But this is only a pretence and a false image of love; for at bottom it is only hate.

Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values.

People who speak the same language can hate one another as easily as can people who speak unrelated languages.

Let no man pull you so low as to make you hate him.

Don't hate, it's too big a burden to bear.