Full Disclosure: I hate David with the passion of a thousand fiery suns all going to supernova at the same time
The most violent, mean and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest.
I have you here. Why shouldn’t I be pleased? (Stryker) I can think of a million reasons, starting with the fact that I want to kill you more than I want to breathe. As for the others, would you prefer them in order of importance or alphabetically? (Zephyra)
Anger is blood, poured and perplexed into froth; but malice is the wisdom of our wrath.
The angry man wishes the object of his anger to suffer in return; hatred wishes its object not to exist.
Our hatred knows no bounds, and the war shall be to the death.
But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.
No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you.
Harry and Draco have a very weird love/hate relationship.
I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly, and I have fondled hatred with the red-hot tongs of Hell. That's living.
Abstracted hatred is incredibly potent. There's never the risk of having it challenged by the reality of living human beings.
Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness.
Plenty of people did not care for him much, but then there is a huge difference between disliking somebody - maybe even disliking them a lot - and actually shooting them, strangling them, dragging them through the fields and setting their house on fire.
They signed the unwind order just to spite each other,but laugh,laugh,laugh,Hayden, because if you ever stop laughing,it might just tear you apart worse than a Chop Shop.
He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
You see, a conflict always begins with an issue - a difference of opinion, an argument. But by the time it turns into a war, the issue doesn't matter anymore, because now it's about one thing and one thing only: how much each side hates the other.
The hatred of those who are near to us is most violent.
