Pete Holmes Quotes

Bitterness is so ugly.

Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated.

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

Resentment is a union of sorrow with malignity; a combination of a passion which all endeavor to avoid with a passion which all concur to detest.

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

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.

In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

I am growing meaner by the hour.

Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.

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

I still got the nasty in me.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

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.

Malice hath a strong memory.

Resentment is the poison we drink, hoping it will hurt others.

I knew what it is to hate.

You can make poems out of anger as well as tenderness. You can make poetry out of anything. It can be the ugliest of emotions. It doesn't have to be sweetness and light.

I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.

If I wanted to punish an enemy, it should be by fastening on him the trouble of constantly hating somebody.

Hatred, revenge, bitterness - these are negative emotions. The person harbouring those emotions suffers more.

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

Hatred makes us all ugly.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.