Peter Kreeft Quotes

Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"

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.

Kim: "What, a coffee? Hollie, I have some bad news. I hate you, okay?" Hollie: "You hate everyone, Kim." Kim: "You're one of everyone.

Hatred of the people who hate you, that is the opposite of being the enemy. I want to fight fire with water wherever I can.

If you must hate, if hatred is the leaven of your life, which alone can give flavor, then hate what should be hated: falsehood, violence, selfishness.

I still hate [the Eagles]…. There’s levels of evil in it to me.

Whom we fear more than love, we are not far from hating.

Show me what a man hates and I'll show you what he is.

Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the one thing hated.

One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.

Hatred makes us all ugly.

If a man sets out to hate all the miserable creatures he meets, he will not have much energy left for anything else; whereas he can despise them, one and all, with the greatest ease.

Hate won't only destroy us. It will destroy these people that's hating as well.

Evil conquered?' said Gwydion. 'You have learned much, but learn this last and hardest of lessons. You have conquered only the enchantments of evil. That was the easiest of your tasks, only a beginning, not an ending. Do you believe evil itself to be so quickly overcome? Not so long as men still hate and slay each other, when greed and anger goad them. Against these even a flaming sword cannot prevail, but only that portion of good in all men's hearts whose flame can never be quenched.

Those who don't hate evil hate those who do

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

Fear is the brother of hate.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

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

Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.

Gods should not resemble men in their anger!

My metaphor is that evil always has a top hat and a cape, and goodness is over there in the corner. For me it's just too easy, if you hate your country or your wife, so you kill them. You can't think through that, you can't feel through that, you can't do the work. And now we have guns. Solution? I don't think so.

No man hates God without first hating himself.

Resentment is at work when one so hates somebody for his more favorable circumstances that one is prepared to bear heavy losses if only the hated one might also come to harm. Many of those who attack capitalism know very well that their situation under any other economic system will be less favorable.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.