C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Hate—Hatred
The madness of the heart.
Hatred is self-punishment.
The heart gnawing on itself.
Hatred is blind as well as love.
People hate, as they love, unreasonably.
Hatred is stronger than friendship.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Take care that no one hates you justly.
I do hate him as I hate the devil.
I like a good hater.
Men hate those to whom they have to lie.
No man hates him at whom he can laugh.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Hatred is a settled anger.
There are no eyes so sharp as the eyes of hatred.
When our hatred is too keen it places us beneath those we hate.
The hatred of persons related to each other is the most violent.
Hate furroweth the brow, and a man may frown till he hateth.
It is the nature of the human disposition to hate him whom you have injured.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
Hatred is active, and envy passive disgust; there is but one step from envy to hate.
Hate no one—hate their vices, not themselves.
The passion of hatred is so durable and so inveterate that the surest prognostic of death in a sick man is a wish for reconciliation.
Plutarch says very finely that a man should not allow himself to hate even his enemies.
Hatred is keener than friendship, less keen than love.
The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, is quiet,
The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.
Life is too short to spare an hour of it in the indulgence of this evil passion.
There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.
Hate is like fire; it makes even light rubbish deadly.
Hatred itself may be a praiseworthy emotion if provoked in us by a lively love of good.
Hate belongs with sin. If we do a wrong, we hate either the thing or God, or ourselves, or somebody else.
The hate which we all bear with the most Christian patience is the hate of those who envy us.
Hatred does not cease by hatred at any time; hatred ceases by love; this is an old rule.
There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.
Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littlenesses, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them.
I will tell you what to hate. Hate hypocrisy, hate cant, hate indolence, oppression, injustice; hate Pharisaism; hate them as Christ hated them—with a deep, living, godlike hatred.
To be deprived of the person we love is a happiness in comparison to living with one we hate.
Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate.
National hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent in the lowest degree of culture.
To harbor hatred and animosity in the soul makes one irritable, gloomy, and prematurely old.
A woman’s head is always influenced by her heart; but a man’s heart is always influenced by his head.
Hatred is nearly always honest—rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love.
How apt nature is, even in those who profess an eminence in holiness, to raise and maintain animosities against those whose calling or person they pretend to find cause to dislike!
We are told to walk noiselessly through the world, that we may waken neither hatred nor envy; but, alas! What can we do when they never sleep!
All men naturally hate one another. I hold it a fact, that if men knew exactly what one says of the other, there would not be four friends in the world.
If you hate your enemies, you will contract such a vicious habit of mind, as by degrees will break out upon those who are your friends, or those who are indifferent to you.
Hannah More said to Horace Walpole: “If I wanted to punish an enemy, it should be by fastening on him the trouble of constantly hating somebody.”
Love is rarely a hypocrite; but hate—how detect and how guard against it! It lurks where you least expect it; it is created by causes that you can the least foresee; and civilization multiplies its varieties, whilst it favors its disguise.
Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to her aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.