Quotes About Hate Novels & Stories

“Do you ever wonder if we’re making everything worse?” Riven frowned. “Every day.” She looked surprised. “You do?” “I do.” He rested his hands on the stone wall overlooking the valley. “Sometimes I wonder if our choosing each other has become another excuse for people to hate.” He looked toward the camps below. “But then I remember something.” “What?” “Hate doesn’t need an excuse.” “It only needs permission.” Elara was silent. “And if we let fear decide our choices,” he continued, “then the people who built this hatred have already won.”

“I fell in love with a mind.” “That’s the same thing.” “It’s the best thing.” I pulled my knees to my chest. The cold seeped deeper through the denim. “At the time she hated hockey but tolerated you.” “Tolerance is the space where love grows,” Dad said. “You can’t love someone you don’t tolerate first. You have to sit with them — in the diner, in the hallway, in the uncomfortable proximity of a person who smells like a locker room and has strong opinions about icing — and decide the discomfort is worth the person.”

Jordan paused, his tone dropping into an unfamiliar chill. "Divorce? Do you honestly think your family will take back a daughter with intellectual deficiencies? If you leave me, where could you even go?" I stared at his angry expression. In the past, if anyone so much as whispered that I was slow or disabled, Jordan would fly into a rage and beat them senseless. He used to bark at them. "Mark my words! As long as I'm around, no one is allowed to say those words to Jane!"

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

“Why did you bring me out here? “Stay away from him, you trust too easily. He replied. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “I know you don't like me, but it has nothing to do with Jaques. I was having fun some moments before, stop trying to make my life miserable.” “Why would I want to make your life miserable? Your life is useless.” He replied to the distraught Ariel. She could feel her heart shatter in a million bits. His words had struck her soul. Ariel reminisced about the time she had spent at the orphanage, and how chaotic her life had been growing up. Tears pooled her eyes as all the painful memories flooded her mind. Maybe he was right after all, her life was pathetic. “Why do you hate me so

The Alpha command twisted in her, forcing the truth past her clenched teeth no matter how hard she fought against it. “Because he’s an idiot!” she snapped, voice breaking like shattered glass. “Because he didn’t see me for who I was. He wanted everyone else, anyone else, and he ignored me. I gave him everything, and it still wasn’t enough. And then she—” venom dripping from every syllable, “— the fat pig waltzes in, all perfect and untouchable, and suddenly there’s no one else. Suddenly I don’t even exist.” Snarls of outrage thundered across the auditorium, none louder than Dane’s, because of her slur against me. It didn’t’ phase me. My skin was thicker than that.

I said acidly. “Have you ever considered.” He leaned along the edge of the table to put his elbow near me. Resting his cheek on it. “How close love and hate really are.” “They’re opposites.” “Yet you can’t have one without the other.” He countered in that sing song purr he seemed to have mastered. “If you love someone, you must know moments of true hatred for the power they have over you. True anger for the pain they’ve put you through. To truly hate someone, you had to have had genuine affection for them at some point, or you’d not care about them rather then feel hatred.”

What if someone planned this? What if this is punishment? I rub my hands together. Cold. It's always cold lately. He notices. He always notices. He slides his pinky toward mine. Just slightly. Barely touching. But enough. Enough to say: I’m here. Enough to say: you’re not alone. Enough to say everything without words. “Remember when we hated each other?” I whisper. He scoffs. “We were idiots.” “You called me spoiled.” “You called me heartless.”

"Elena. You have your mother's eyes. I always hated your mother's eyes." "Good." "Good?" "Good." I stepped forward. "Because I hate everything about you." Margaret laughed. Soft. Bitter. Hollow. "Good," she said. "Hate is useful. Hate keeps you alive. Hate makes you strong." "Hate makes you blind." "Hate makes you focused." She turned to Lucien. "And you. Mira's son. You have her jaw. I always admired Mira's jaw." "Don't talk about my mother."

"Yеѕ Sіr, but іn my heart, I knоw what I ѕау іѕ truе. You are a ѕtrаngе mаn, but a good mаn Sir. I dо not bеlіеvе that you wоuld waste уоur tіmе wіth hatred аѕ I hаvе. Juѕt look whеrе іt got me. "Are you familiar wіth Sylvia Tоwnѕеnd Wаrnеr, Sіr?" Nоt аt аll Puppy." . In hеr dіаrу ѕhе wrоtе in раrt. "One саnnоt оvеrеѕtіmаtе the роwеr of a gооd rаnсоrоuѕ hаtrеd оn thе part of the ѕtuріd." "Thе ѕtuріd hаvе so muсh mоrе іnduѕtrу аnd еnеrgу tо еxреnd оn hating."