Quotes
Quotes about Hate
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
...when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than loved.
Whatever may be the issue we shall share one common danger, one safety. [Lat., Quo res cunque cadant, unum et commune periculum, Una salus ambobus erit.]
Whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed; be anything else, and you will be ten thousands times worse than nothing.
Written about Washington after his death by another of the founding fathers, Thomas Jefferson: His mind was great and powerful ... as far as he saw, no judgment was ever sounder. It was slow in operation, being little aided by invention or imagination, but sure in conclusion.... Perhaps the strongest feature in his character was prudence, never acting until every circumstance, every consideration, was maturely weighed; refraining if he saw doubt, but, when once decided, going through his purpose, whatever obstacles opposed. His integrity was the most pure, his justice the most inflexible I have ever known.... He was, indeed, in every sense of the words, a wise, a good and a great man ... On the whole, his character was, in its mass, perfect ... it may truly be said, that never did nature and fortune combine more perfectly to make a man great....
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated need but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
He who hates vice hates men.
Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
And be on they guard against the good and the just! They would fain curcify those who devise their own virtueâ they hate the lonesome ones.
Whatever we are waiting forâ peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundanceâ it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart.
The things that I can't have I want, And what I have seems second-rate, The things I want to do I can't, And what I have to do I hate.
When people speak to you about a preventive war, you tell them to go and fight it. After my experience, I have come to hate war. War settles nothing.
Where may the wearied eye repose, When gazing on the Great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? Yes--one the first, the last, the best, The Cincinnatus of the West Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeathed the name of Washington To make man blush; there was but one.
We always weaken whatever we exaggerate. [Fr., On affaiblit toujours tout ce qu'on exagere.]
Can wealth give happiness? look round and see What gay distress! what splendid misery! Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour, The mind annihilates, and calls for more.
Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets: She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying, How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?
Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: And in whatever state a man be thrown, 'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty times upon the anvil. [Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, sans perdre courage, Vingt fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage.]
Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be, That may both werken wel and hastily. This wol be done at leisure parfitly.
Where quality is the thing sought after, the thing of supreme quality is cheap, whatever the price one has to pay for it.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to beâlike the reality of yesterdayâan illusion tomorrow.
The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies. [Ger., Der Freunde Eifer ist's, der mich Zu Grunde richtet, nicht der Hass der Feinde.]
