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.

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.

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.

He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne read more

He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne saurait longtemps vivre.]

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.]

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

There's no hate lost between us.

There's no hate lost between us.

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.]

In time we hate that which we often fear.

In time we hate that which we often fear.