Quotations About / On:
No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.
The principal difference between love and hate is that love is a irradiation, and hate is a concentration. Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the object of its hatred.
(Sydney J. Harris (b. 1917), British-born U.S. journalist, reviewer. "Love and Its Loveless Counterfeits," Strictly Personal, Regnery (1953).)
Always remember, others may hate you. Those who hate you don't win unless you hate them. And then you destroy yourself.
(Richard M. Nixon (1913-1992), U.S. Republican politician, president. speech, Aug. 9, 1974.
To members of his administration, on leaving office.)
I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.
(Tallulah Bankhead (1903-1968), U.S. screen actor. Tallulah, ch. 1 (1952).)
I have loved him too much not to hate him!
(Jean Racine (1639-1699), French playwright. Hermione, in Andromache, act 2, sc. 1 (1667).)
When our hatred is too fierce, it places us beneath those we hate.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. repr. F.A. Stokes Co., New York (c. 1930). Moral Maxims and Reflections, no. 338 (1665-1678), trans. London (1706).)
I hate admitting that my enemies have a point.
(Salman Rushdie (b. 1948), Indian-born-British author. Hamza, in "Mahound," The Satanic Verses (1988).)
Whom we fear more than love, we are not far from hating.
(Samuel Richardson (1689-1761), British novelist. Third edition, London (1751). Clarissa, in Clarissa, vol. 1, p. 20, AMS Press (1990).)
Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.
(Germaine Greer (b. 1939), Australian feminist writer. The Female Eunuch, "Loathing and Disgust," (1970).)
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Fifth Selection, New York (1988).)