Ozzy Osbourne Quotes

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

And what I thought, every time I thought about my father, every time his name came up, was quite simply: I WANT TO KILL YOU. I wanted to be more mature, more reasonable, I wanted to have a big, fat, forgiving heart that could contain all this rage and still find room for kind, beneficent love, but I didn't have it in me. I just didn't.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

Sadness is very close to hate.

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

Hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.

Hatred makes us all ugly.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

Hate is a disease, and in 1930 I became sick with hatred.

How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?

That's what I am, America's nightmare. I am what you made me, the hate and evil that you gave me.

What do you get out of hating people, out of having this bitterness in your heart always?

Hatred, jealousy, and fear hinder peace of mind. When you're angry or unforgiving, for example, your mental suffering is constant. It is better to forgive than to spoil your peace of mind with ill feelings.

I mean, who wants to live waking up... at least I don't want to live waking up everyday about revenge.

I don't remember ever being full of dislike and hatred for people, like some kids I've come across now.

The men whose manhood you have broken will loathe you, and will always be brooding and scheming to strike a fresh blow.

Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

I hate bullies. I hate them. I'm not good enough with words to describe how much I hate them.

Hate breeds violence.

It is always unfortunate when the innocent become victims of the anger and hatred of leaders, especially in the name of religion.

I would like somebody to be hated more than I am.