Diana Gabaldon Quotes

Full Disclosure: I hate David with the passion of a thousand fiery suns all going to supernova at the same time

I don't want to give a cool appraisal of Jeremy Irons. I just want to boil him in oil.

You've got to know someone pretty well to hate them.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

I hate nobody except Hitler--and that is professional.

I hate them with all the hate you can hate with. Can you hate more than that? If you can, I hate them more than that.

No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical and social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party…So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.

I hate the ground that man walks on.

By 1782 [John Adams] had come to feel for [Benjamin] Franklin "no other sentiments than Contempt or Abhorrence."

But Snape always seemed to hate me so much.

Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

We are not supposed to hate anyone, yet almost everyone hates somebody at some time or other, whether he admits it to himself or not.

Hate can be passionate or disengaged; it can come from dislike but also from fear.

Of all hatreds that the world produces, a wife's hatred for her husband, when she does hate him, is the strongest.

She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.

It hit her like a sledgehammer, and it was then that she knew what to feel. A liquid trail of hate flooded her chest. Knowing that she would hate him long and well filled her with pleasant anticipation, like when you know you are going to fall in love with someone and you wait for the happy signs. Hating BoyBoy, she could get on with it, and have the safety, the thrill, the consistency of that hatred as long as she wanted or needed it to define and strengthen her or protect her from routine vulnerabilities.

How I hate everything!

Really? If I could hate my trainer? That would be ideal. I'd prefer to despise this person with the fire of ten thousand suns. So when I walk - nay, crawl - out of here at the end of my workouts, I want to lull myself to sleep by picturing my very talented and inspirational trainer getting hit by a bus. A bus that I am driving.

Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.

When we hate a person, with an intimate, imaginative, human hatred, we enter into his mind, or sympathize -- any strong interest will arouse the imagination and create some sort of sympathy.

I wanted to do things to Richard that would make the sun grow cold with horror.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.