Whatever separates you from the Truth, throw it away, it will vanish anyhow.-.
To really know someone is to have loved and hated him in turn.
Never marry a man who hates his mother, because he'll end up hating you.
I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".
We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. When your writing blooms out of the back of this garbage compost, it is very stable. You are not running from anything. You can have a sense of artistic security. If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.
Hate corrodes the vessel that carries it.
I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him. -Booker T. Washington.
Character isn't inherited. One builds it daily by the way one thinks and acts, thought by thought, action by action. If one lets fear or hate or anger take possession of the mind, they become self-forged chains. -Helen Douglas.
Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame. Seneca -Benjamin Franklin.
I hate a word like "pets": it sounds so much Like something with no living of its own.
For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the heap which she is piling up, not unaware nor careless of the future. [Lat., Parvula (nam exemplo est) magni formica laboris Ore trahit, quodcunque potest, atque addit acervo Quem struit; hand ignara ac non incauta futuri.]
Miss Flora McFlimsey of Madison Square, Has made three separate journeys to Paris, And her father assures me each time she was there That she and her friend Mrs. Harris . . . Spent six consecutive weeks, without shopping In one continuous round of shopping,-- . . . And yet, though scarce three months have passed since the day This merchandise went on twelve carts, up Broadway, This same Miss McFlimsey of Madison Square The last time we met was in utter despair Becasue she had nothing whatever to wear.
Great individuals are not only popular themselves, but they give popularity to whatever they touch.
Whatever Sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.
I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need.
Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I've had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.
Authority is never without hate.
So that the jest is clearly to be seen, Not in the words--but in the gap between; Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
Begin whatever you have to do: the beginning of a work stands for the whole. [Lat., Incipe quidquid agas: pro toto est prima operis pars.]
Whatever begins, also ends. [Lat., Quicquid coepit, et desinit.]
Many people love in themselves what they hate in others.
Love is whatever you can still betray ... Betrayal can only happen if you love.
Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee: rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee.
If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before [it hated] you.
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes-- Cats--I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.