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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values.
People love to hate. I have a love-hate relationship with the world. The world loves to hate me.
Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture.
Sometimes, unfortunately, hatred is more powerful than progress.
Those who have experienced the most, have suffered so much that they have ceased to hate. Hate is more for those with a slightly guilty conscience, and who by chewing on old hate in times of peace wish to demonstrate how great they were during the war.
Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.
Living without hate for people is almost impossible.
You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
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.