Ray Stevens Quotes

Dumping you times infinity. Still not enough.

I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.

I hate all that don't love me, and slight all that do.

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

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

I still got the nasty in me.

Bitterness is so ugly.

I used to write out of angst. My writing was quite miserable, quite angry, even when it was funny. It was based on this sadness and tired emotional disdain for the world.

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

I'm pretty sure I don't have any songs that are about how much I love someone. They're all either about, like, 'I hate you,' or 'You make me hate me.'

Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.

When we have painful memories from hurting experiences, we may feel justified in holding on to the resentment. But resentment is corrosive. It doesn't affect the person we feel anger toward, it destroys the host.

I hate you all because you destroy my dreams!

Hostility is expressed in a number of ways. One is laughter.

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.

I called to wish you an unhappy birthday because you're evil and you lie and if you should die I may feel slightly sad, but I won't cry.

I shook my head and turned away, unable to hear this. “I’m leaving now. I really don’t want to see you again. Nothing personal. Well, yeah, actually it is.

Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, “You are sweet,” and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

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.

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

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

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.

‎Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.