Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.
Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.
Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.
Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.
Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values.
Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
Hate is a very strong and heavy emotion, probably as strong as love. I don't think I can live with hatred. If something bad happens, you feel bad about it; you forgive and move on. There's no hatred.