Thomas Paine Quotes

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

Wretched are those who are vindictive and spiteful.

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

Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.

Malice is only another name for mediocrity.

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

My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.

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

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

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

I suppose I could let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, yadda yadda. But where's the fun in that? These pretty little bitches got everything I ever wanted, and now I'm going to make sure they get exactly what they deserve. Does that make me sound awful? Sorry, but as every pretty little liar knows, sometimes the truth's ugly-and it always hurts. I'll be watching.... Mwah! -A

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

If you could kick the posterior of the person who has hurt you the most, ...you wouldn't be able to sit down for six weeks.

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

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.

Little vicious minds abound with anger and revenge and are incapable of feeling te pleasure of forgiving their enemies.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

The brutalization of humans by other humans never fails to get to me in some angry-making way. It shot up in me like an explosion.

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

Hatred is settled anger.

Hatred is inveterate anger.

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

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

There is nothing that so much gratifies an ill tongue as when it finds an angry heart.