Steven Erikson 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.

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

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

I am prone to envy. It is one of my three default emotions, the others being greed and rage. I have also experienced compassion and generosity, but only fleetingly and usually while drunk, so I have little memory.

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

I am a poor hater.

I hate people.

I still got the nasty in me.

Acting in anger and hatred throughout my life, I frequently precipitated what I feared most, the loss of friendships and the need to rely upon the very people I'd abused.

Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

If you've raged, if you've mistreated somebody, if you've ever thought only about yourself - these are things that all human beings struggle with and judge themselves for.

The hater always suffers more than the object of his hatred.

Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

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

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.

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.

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.

I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.

I was the angriest daughter on earth, and also, one of the most devoted.

I really believe that all of us have a lot of darkness in our souls. Anger, rage, fear, sadness. I don't think that's only reserved for people who have horrible upbringings. I think it really exists and is part of the human condition. I think in the course of your life you figure out ways to deal with that.

Yeah, I have animosity, a chip on my shoulder. But I love, too.