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Quotations about Hate
And said, "Hate dies here — be brothers."
~Harriet Monroe, "America," in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1918
I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain. ~James Baldwin
"And what problem does your hate solve?" he would ask us. ~Dr. SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Above all, learn to forget. Forget the wrong, but be wary of he who inflicted it. Do not hate. It will give you more worry than the object of it. ~Ellsworth R. Bathrick (1863–1917), "Don't Worry Book," 1909, as quoted by Mill Supplies, 1915
Hate is a word we women use too freely; we have not a word that really suits: one that is not too strong. I have searched about for another, but cannot find one. ~Barbra Ring, Før kulden kommer, 1915, translated from the Norwegian by
From his example in this respect I learned the lesson that great men cultivate love, and that only little men cherish a spirit of hatred... It is now long ago that I learned this lesson from General Armstrong, and resolved that I would permit no man, no matter what his colour might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him... I pity from the bottom of my heart any individual who is so unfortunate as to get into the habit of holding race prejudice. ~Booker T. Washington, Up from Slavery, 1901
A worthy New Year's resolution, perhaps, is to take no hatred into the New Year without requiring it to restate its purpose. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Hate is a fire that consumes the altar upon which it burns. ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Sparks from the Philosopher's Stone, 1882
But hatred is best combined with Fear. Cowardice, alone of all the vices, is purely painful — horrible to anticipate, horrible to feel, horrible to remember; Hatred has its pleasures. It is therefore often the compensation by which a frightened man reimburses himself for the miseries of Fear. The more he fears, the more he will hate. ~C. S. Lewis
All hate is ninety per cent fear. ~Author unknown, c.1919
We really hate no one; we merely abhor the lack of our own virtues in others. ~"Poor Richard Junior's Philosophy," The Saturday Evening Post, 1903, George Horace Lorimer, editor
Hate is the Cask of the Danaïdes;
even Vengeance, frenzied and red-armed,
cannot replenish those depths fast enough
with bucketfuls of blood and dead men's tears—
Hell thirsts on, mysterious holes appear
and through them seep a thousand years of toil,
despite the victims desperately slain
and brought to life to suffer once again.
~Charles Baudelaire, "The Cask of Hate," Les Fleurs du Mal, 1857, translated by Richard Howard, 1982
Love, it seems to me, sharpens all our senses; so does hate, I think, but I cannot really speak to that because I have never been able to muster enough anger in order to develop hate. ~R. D. Lawrence (1921–2003), The North Runner, 1979
I could never hate you. Besides, hate is just love that needs a hug. ~Call Me Kat, "Call Me Flatch," 2022, teleplay by Adam Faberman and Howard
I also came to see that the price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. ~Eldridge Cleaver
...love is warm and hate is cold... ~Hal Borland, dedication to Barbara, Hal Borland's Book of Days, 1976
Hate is a scarecrow
That frightens all singing birds
From the fields of life.
~Clare Harner, 1930s
Love is infinitely more durable than hate. ~Ernest Hemingway, as quoted in A. E. Hotchner, The Good Life According To Hemingway, 2008
Burn, burn all the books which teach hatred! Exalt labor and love! Let us create rational human beings, capable of crushing under foot the futile magnificence of barbaric glories, and of resisting those blood ambitions of nationalism and imperialism which have crushed their brothers. ~Anatole France, 1919
Perhaps the geography of love might lend a little light to the unmapped geography of hate.
~Vincent M'Nabb, "The Land of Hate," 1916
I love loving, I hate hatred. ~Jean Cocteau (1889–1963)
Or Hate is a drunk at the dark end of the bar
whose liquor only makes him thirstier—
a Hydra multiplies in every drop;
happy the man who drinks to meet his fate,
but Hate is fettered to a fiercer doom
and cannot even drink himself to death.
~Charles Baudelaire, "The Cask of Hate," Les Fleurs du Mal, 1857, translated by Richard Howard, 1982
Love makes man an angel, hate makes him a fiend. ~Thomas Clark Henley, A Handful of Paper Shavings, 1861
I will undertake the hard task of speaking on hate. But, to guard myself and my readers against the essential dangers of the undertaking, I will speak of hate with love lurking in my heart. ~Vincent M'Nabb, "The Land of Hate," 1916
We hate some persons because we do not know them; and will not know them, because we hate them. ~C. C. Colton
Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. ~Martin Luther King, Jr.
High above hate I dwell:
Oh storms! farewell...
Hither Felicity
Doth climb to me...
~Louise Imogen Guiney (1861–1920), "Sanctuary"
Of course it is easy, a pleasure, often a self-indulgence to do things for those we love. It is more difficult to help those toward whom we are indifferent. I have tried it and found that then I feel less indifferent. As for those few people whom in my heart I dislike, I find in the same way that I am eased of it somewhat by doing them a kindness. If I did enough for them I might come to love them. ~Cid Ricketts Sumner, "Magic," A View from the Hill, 1957
Love may be blind, but this I'll state — it's eagle-eyed compared to hate. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
At first sight love and hate seem as far apart as the right hand and the left, or the north pole and the south, or day and night. However, on second sight, it would seem that hate is not love's opposite but its obverse. ~Vincent M'Nabb, "The Land of Hate," 1916
Every fool knoweth that hatreds are the cinders of affection... ~Walter Raleigh, 1593
Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values. ~José Ortega y Gasset
hatred bounces ~E.E. Cummings, "Jottings," in Wake, 1951
Never believe anything that requires you to hate people who do not believe it. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Civil wars and religious hatred... had for the time changed our countrymen to beasts. ~Stanley J. Weyman, The House of the Wolf, 1888 [story takes place in 16th century Paris
...hate brings to men wars and fear! ~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham (1880–1971), "Christmas: The Birthday of Jesus, The Christ"
Hate less, live longer. ~Terri Guillemets, "Everyone, everywhere," 1994
We have hereby established a certain likeness and even kinship between love and hate... Truth scatters, not only blessings, but curses. Indeed, as curses, though being more imperative, are more strident than blessings, their sound carries farther. ~Vincent M'Nabb, "The Land of Hate," 1916
No one is born hating another person... People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. ~Nelson Mandela
Hatred is a blindman
Seeing only darkness
~Terri Guillemets
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us. ~Hermann Hesse
Understand your friend's character, but do not hate it. ~Publilius Syrus, 1st century BCE, from the Latin by D. Lyman, 1856
It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, "Another View of Hester," The Scarlet Letter: A Romance, 1850
Need we mention...
All the pages it has added to our history books?...
Hatred is a master of contrast—
between explosions and dead quiet,
red blood and white snow...
~Wisława Szymborska (1923–2012), "Hatred," The End and the Beginning, 1993, translated from the Polish by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh
Hating withers your heart. Hearts that don't pump love, atrophy. ~Terri Guillemets
Let hate, that is the Devil's spawn,
Return to Hell where it belongs!...
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Hatred," 1940s
Hate cages all the good things about you. ~Terri Guillemets
I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
We cannot heal when hate persists. ~Terri Guillemets
No evil is as deep and dark
As bitter hatred for God's own!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Hatred," 1940s
The hatred in his face as I spoke, was a sight to see... For one moment there was a look on his face that made me hope he was minded to fight, and in that moment I knew why men murder.
To me in that moment it was as if he and I were the only two living souls left on God's earth. Everyone else... was not only forgotten, but was clean wiped out from my memory... In the same way the stage of the world had suddenly narrowed down to one spot — the few square feet where he and I sat face to face, waiting to spring, each at the other's throat. All the instincts of the animal, all the lusts that fire a young man's blood, seemed to come together in my veins to feed one common flame — the savage bestial lust to slay. If only for the reason that wine is warm in the mouth, if only because food is sweet to the palate, because women are fair to look upon, because life is glad and dominant and strong — for all these reasons, if for no other, I lusted to beat and bash the life out of his hateful body that he might never taste of these joys again.
I sat there with the two fists of me tight clenched under the table, the two eyes of me fixed greedily upon the spot between his two eyes, where I meant to strike the first blow, all the blood in my veins singing with the fierce joy of coming battle.
But he funked it. The man knew that when we two had come to the grip, there would be no slackening until one of us had throttled or beaten the life out of the other, and being a coward at heart, as I am persuaded all such men as he must be, he funked it, and baulked me of the looked-for encounter. His one thought now seemed to be to leave my presence — and with despatch.... he cast a baleful look, not at me, but in my direction, and slunk out of the room like the jackal that he was.
The door had barely closed behind him before I underwent a terrible mental reaction... Whence came this savage murderous impulse, this savage bestial lust to slay? Had one, in his familiar daily-frequented room, chanced to look at his own reflection in a mirror, and seen the bloody eyes of Murder glare out at him from the glass, he could not have been more terrified than I was by this glimpse into a hitherto unopened chamber in my own soul. In my somewhat adventurous career I had met men whom I had hated; men whom it would have been a joy to hand over to justice; men out of whom — on account of their inhuman crimes — I should have counted it a service to humanity to crush the life. But never to the worst of them had I felt as wickedly as I had felt to this man, and so — if I had read the look in his eyes aright — was his feeling toward me. What relation he and I had borne to each other in previous incarnations, I knew not, but I felt instinctively that ours was an ancient enmity. ~Coulson Kernahan, The Jackal, 1905
End discrimination. Hate everybody. ~Elle Eden
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