Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.
[Lat., Quem metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit read more

Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.
[Lat., Quem metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit periisse expetit.]

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges read more

You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs,
is silent.
[Ger., Der grosste Hass ist, read more

The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs,
is silent.
[Ger., Der grosste Hass ist, wie die grosste Tugend und die
schlimmsten Hunde, still.]

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.

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.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

There's no hate lost between us.

There's no hate lost between us.