Laini Taylor Quotes

You know why you hate me so much, Jeffery? Because I look the way you feel.

Every single human being is trying his best. We're all doing the best we can. But when we believe what we think, we have to live out those thoughts. When there's chaos in our heads, there's chaos in our lives. When there's hurt in our thinking, there's hurt in our lives. Love thy neighbor as thyself? I always have. When I hated me, I hated you. That's how it works. If I hate someone, I'm mistaking them for me, and solutions remain hidden.

Sadness is very close to hate.

I've always hated the way I looked.

It'd be better if he were easier to hate.

Hell is in the here and now. So is Heaven. Quit worrying about hell or dreaming about heaven, as they are both present inside us this very moment. Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven. Every time we hate, envy, or fight someone, we tumble straight into the fires of hell.

You hate me because I am the embodiment of all your doubts.

Hatred is love frustrated.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.

There is no graceful way to carry hatred.

When all the stars were falling, they fell from above, and I thought of hate, and I thought of hate, and then I thought of love.

Hate is more interesting than love.

I love making people who already hate me hate me more.

I've started to kind of hate people, and it's not because I have anything against them. It's just, I enjoy it. It's recreation.

He ["the male"] is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than apes, because he is, first of all, capable of a large array of negative feelings that the apes aren't - hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, disgrace, doubt - and, secondly, he is aware of what he is and isn't.

In my worst moments, I try to think about loving instead of hating. Creation versus destruction, know what I'm sayin'?

In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.

No evil is so worse than worst you fall in hate with love.

There is a diabolical trio existing in the natural man, implacable, inextinguishable, co-operative and consentaneous, pride, envy, and hate; pride that makes us fancy we deserve all the goods that others possess; envy that some should be admired while we are overlooked; and hate, because all that is bestowed on others, diminishes the sum we think due to ourselves.

You can't hate/love others without loving/hating yourself first.

If a person's mind is controlled by forces of revenge and jealousy, it cannot express love & sympathy. And even if they show love and sympathy to others it will yield no good result. The thought will not be reflected in love but in hate.

To gain your heart's desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can't make the leap. And if you don't make the leap you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person from whom you've sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasn't real.

It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

I hate Sunday, and I don't think I'll ever get over it. But I'm going to try.

Hate would destroy him who hated.