Hatred is a boomerang which is sure to hit you harder than the one at whom you throw it.

Hatred is a boomerang which is sure to hit you harder than the one at whom you throw it.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of read more

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.

The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]

Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that read more

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
[Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio,
sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.