Anne Rice Quotes

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

The spirit of envy can destroy; it can never build.

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

Bitterness kills the soul.

Hatred, I think, is an organism that penetrates our skin in a mythic fashion and does not leave.

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

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

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

That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total. Hatred is a high tower. In the Wilds, I start to build, and to climb.

Envy is more irreconcilable than hatred.

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.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

This does not mean that some of us should not want, in a rather dispassionate sort of way, to put a bullet through csh's head.

I hated it. I hated this. I hated feeling so terrible because of someone else.

I've got news for you... both those idiots [Al Snow and the Rock] aren't your friends! They hate you! Everybody hates you! All the people at home, all these people in the arena hate you, and most importantly, Y2J hates you!

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

Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr.Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the most difficult think in the world to shake off.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.

Sadness is very close to hate.

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

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.

Hatred is love frustrated.