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There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
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.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
Hate is such a luxurious emotion, it can only be spent on one we love.
Hate is such a luxurious emotion, it can only be spent on one we love.
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.]
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.
