When people hate with all that energy, it is something in themselves they are hating.

Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.

Usually, if we hate, it is the shadow of the person that we hate, rather than the substance. We may hate a person because he reminds us of someone we feared and disliked when younger; or because we see in him some gross caricature of what we find repugnant in ourself; or because he symbolizes an attitude that seems to threaten us.

If you hate somebody, first you have to wound your own soul in so many ways; you have to be so full of poison that you can throw poison on others.

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.

It was always like this. When you spoke the truth, they hated you. The more you talked about love, the more they hated you.

My plainness of speech makes them hate me, and what is their hatred but a
proof that I am speaking the truth.

As long as you hate, there will be people to hate.

To hate another human being is to take a worm into one’s own vitals. It consumes life.

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

all humans are inclined to hate others if they believe they are the cause of their unhappiness.

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

If you refuse me, I shall be compelled to believe that you are cruelly enjoying my misery, and that you have learned in the most accursed school that the best way of preventing a young man from curing himself of an amorous passion is to excite it constantly; but you must agree with me that, to put such tyranny in practice, it is necessary to hate the person it is practised upon, and, if that be so, I ought to call upon my reason to give me the strength necessary to hate you likewise.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.