Quotes
Quotes about Hate
The Puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators.
I hate definitions.
Wherever there is a human being, I see God-given rights inherent in that being, whatever may be the sex or complexion.
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.
Ay, knave, because thou strikest as a knight,
Being but knave, I hate thee all the more.
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear,
So hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
Love your enemy, bless your haters, said the Greatest of the great;
Christian love among the Churches looked the twin of heathen hate.
To persecute
Makes a faith hated, and is furthermore
No perfect witness of a perfect faith
In him who persecutes.
To do him any wrong was to beget
A kindness from him, for his heart was rich--
Of such fine mould that if you sowed therein
The seed of Hate, it blossomed Charity.
Forget thee...
Never--
Till Nature, high and low, and great and small
Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates
Sink again into Chaos.
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day:
Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away,
To sleep! to sleep!
Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past:
Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving HOW NOT TO DO IT.
Whate'er we leave to God, God does
And blesses us.
A reading-machine, always wound up and going,
He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet
Lessen like sound of friends' departing feet;
And Death is beautiful as feet of friend
Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied,
A nature sloping to the southern side;
I thank her for it, though when clouds arise
Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.
Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs.
Peace, peace is what I seek and public calm,
Endless extinction of unhappy hates.
Still we say as we go,--
"Strange to think by the way
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."
The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,
All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.
Bad language or abuse
I never, never use,
Whatever the emergency;
Though "Bother it" I may
Occasionally say,
I never never use a big, big D.
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives forever,
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Whatever an author puts between the two covers of his book is public property; whatever of himself he does not put there is his private property, as much as if he had never written a word.
A brave endeavor
To do thy duty, whate'er its worth,
Is better than life with love forever
And love is the sweetest thing on earth.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
