Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
People love to hate. I have a love-hate relationship with the world. The world loves to hate me.
Parts of the world can be very hostile to differences, social or artistic.
Hostility comes from loneliness, from not seeing yourself like a drop falling into the ocean of humanity like everyone else.
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.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.
The world's a mean place. It's unfair, then it's fair. It's hateful, then it's loving. It's a very peculiar place on philosophical and metaphysical and religious levels.
By intensity of hatred, nations create in themselves the character that they imagine in their enemies. Hence it comes that all passionate conflicts result in an interchange of characteristics. We might say with truth, those who hate open a door by which their enemies enter and make their own the secret places of the heart.
The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.
Everybody knows that love is better than hate, and peace is better than war.