#hatred

The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#fires #hatred #hostility #perishes #petty

The junior senator from Wisconsin, by his reckless charges, has so preyed upon the fears and hatreds and prejudices of the American people that he has started a prairie fire which neither he nor anyone else may be able to control. ↗

— J. William Fulbright

#american #american people #anyone #charges #control

Acting in anger and hatred throughout my life, I frequently precipitated what I feared most, the loss of friendships and the need to rely upon the very people I'd abused. ↗

— Luke Ford

#anger #feared #frequently #friendships #hatred

I have to ask Allah's forgiveness and not get angry, because they come to me out of love, and it's not fitting that I should turn to them in hatred. ↗

— Abdul Qadeer Khan

#angry #ask #because #come #fitting

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism. ↗

— Howard Thurman

#during #even #guise #hatred #masquerade

Hatred is blind, as well as love. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#hatred #love #well

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#come #fanatic #great #hatred #heart

Hatred is not contained in political thinking. Any hatred worked up against the public enemy is non-political, and always shows some weakness in the internal political situation. ↗

— Francis Parker Yockey

#always #any #contained #enemy #hatred

I thought I was in love with Leola, by which I meant that if I could have found her in a quiet corner, and if I had been certain that no one would ever find out, and if I could have summoned up the courage at the right moment, I would have kissed her. But, looking back on it now, I know that I was in love with Mrs Dempster. Not as some boys are in love with grown-up women, adoring them from afar and enjoying a fantasy life in which the older woman figures in an idealized form, but in a painful and immediate fashion; I saw her every day, I did menial tasks in her house, and I was charged to watch her and keep her from doing foolish things. Furthermore, I felt myself tied to her by the certainty that I was responsible for her straying wits, the disorder of her marriage, and the frail body of the child who was her great delight in life. I had made her what she was, and in such circumstances I must hate her or love her. In a mode that was far too demanding for my age or experience, I loved her. ↗

— Robertson Davies

#hatred #love #age

An intellectual hatred is the worst. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#intellectual #worst