I know you’re in there, because hate hangs on and hate is all you had. Could bring you back someday. Sure as taxes and Christmas, though, I’ll be waiting, and I’ll finish it.[to unconscious Brady]
I always tried to give the audience what they wanted and in return they made me ridiculously stinking f*****g rich. Now, you might want to hate me for that, but before you do, remember this, you jealous prick. I earned my right to be hated.
We all need love and we all need nurture. There’s too much death and destruction. But friends who love you should warm you like the sun. Make you feel good about yourself. Not freeze you in their contempt and in their hate. Anger corrodes our belief that anything good can happen to us.[to Katie]
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
You’re a hateful woman. Why have the gods made me love a hateful woman?
We have to learn about love before we can learn about hate. Otherwise, everything goes to hell.
To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the sun. A time to love, and a time to hate. A time of war, and a time of peace.
The meanest thing you can do to yourself is hate somebody else.[to Elsa]
It’s hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart. Turns him into something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become.
I hated myself so much more than I loved her. And I loved her so very much.[about Teri]
Hatred is a strong motivator.
Why people in this world hate what is not them. Why they fear all they don’t know. Why they hate themselves most of all. For being weak. For being old. For being everything altogether that is not God-like.
