I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [. . . ] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please.
Some of the greatest relationship films of all time, the two stars have hated each other, but mostly you see that chemistry.
We hated Cleveland growing up. There's a lot of people in Cleveland we still hate to this day.
Those who are fear'd, are hated.
I'm here today because I hated everything else.
I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
We have often had this particular exchange about climate and landscape and why we both feel so lonely here uprooted. It was what each of us had wanted of course. Besides wanting to experience a place we hated, we wanted to be insomniacs and loners, losers and drop-outs. To know the sky was the only location of meaning and joy left to us.
I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.
I hated the reflection in the mirror. I wanted so much to be someone else. . . I thought that if I was thinner, the rest of my life would change.
At one time, I hated the iPhone - but that was only before I used one for the first time.
I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.
The hater hates not for the sake of hatred but because he wants to drive away from his country the hated being or beings.
When I took the pills, I wanted to kill someone I hated. I didn't know that other Veronikas existed inside me, Veronikas that I could love.
He hated it when adults told him he only felt the way he did because he was young. As if being young was like being insane or drunk, like the convictions he held were hallucinations caused by a mental illness that could only be cured by waiting five years.
I hated the royal wedding.
The composers hated me. The singers detested me. The guitarists were terrified by me.
Good Government is not intrusive the people are hardly aware of it; the next best is felt yet loved; then comes that which is known and feared; the worst government is hated.
What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.
I prefer to be hated than be false and fool people.