You had to stand in line to hate him.
If love is a yearning to be like (even to become) the beloved, then hatred, it must be said, can be engendered by the same ambition, when it cannot be fulfilled.
Hate is perhaps the most dynamic of all emotions - fear may immobilize, love may stay the hand, but hate urges to action.
Hate is too mild of a word. But it's nothing personal, I don't think.
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
I hated it. I hated this. I hated feeling so terrible because of someone else.
