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“In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky — her grand old woods — her fertile fields — her beautiful rivers — her mighty lakes, and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked, my joy is soon turned to mourning. When I remember that all is cursed with the infernal actions of slaveholding, robbery and wrong, — when I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten, and that her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.”
― Frederick Douglass, Frederick Douglass: Selected Speeches and Writings

“The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

“Possibly a man who hates the land should dwell on shore forever. Alienation and the long voyages at sea will compel him once again to dream of it, torment him with the absurdity of longing for something that he loathes.”
― Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea

“A lame creature, a cripple like myself, has no right to love. How should I, broken, shattered being that I am, be anything but a burden to you, when to myself I am an object of disgust, of loathing. A creature such as I, I know, has no right to love, and certainly no right to be loved. It is for such a creature to creep away into a corner and die and cease to make other people's lives a burden with her presence.”
― Stefan Zweig , Beware of Pity

“When you love someone, you end up caring about each and every person they love. When you hate someone, you end up caring about every single person who hates them.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“There is no elegance in hate, but there is tremendous beauty in the unintended revenge of living well and being happy.”
― Victoria Malin Gregory

“He say, Celie, tell me the truth. You don't like me cause I'm a man?
I blow my nose. take off they pants, I say, and men look like frogs to me. No matter how you kiss 'em, as far as I'm concern, frogs is what they stay.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

“It is not through fighting the opposition that will win you dignity. It is when you fight the fear in yourself that asks you why you don't feel you have it, regardless if you win or lose.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Heiraten hei?t das M?gliche t(h)un, einander zum Ekel zu werden.


(Marrying means doing whatever possible to become repulsed of each other.)”
― Arthur Schopenhauer, The Art of Always Being Right

“Hemingway is overrated,
Twain is even more lost at sea,
And all truths point to the mouth of a woman,
Where both her whispers and her screams,
Are born.
Pour another glass,
Beer, wine, whiskey,
I don't care,
So long as its wisdom is sharp,
And it tells lies instead of promises.”
― Dave Matthes, The Kaleidoscope Syndrome: An Anthology

“People say hate is like a poison — but they're wrong. It's like a drug. You never forget your first hit, how it seduces you with its strength and power, and takes you completely by storm. It colors your world in light and meaning, until you wonder how you ever managed to get by without it. And then, eventually, you get to a point where you can't. It takes over your life, until hating becomes your reason for living.”
― Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist

“The tree feels splintery, nasty to my touch; it feels Floridian, more reptile than vegetable, more stucco than stone. I do loathe this state, their Elba.”
― Allan Gurganus, Plays Well with Others

“Insecurity is debilitating. It cripples your motivation and breaks your spirit. The condition is NOT insurmountable, but healing will only begin when self loathing ends. Once you learn to love the person you are, there are no limits to the person you can become.”
― Carlos Wallace, Life Is Not Complicated-You Are: Turning Your Biggest Disappointments into Your Greatest Blessings

“Love and loathing can hold no surprises for most people in middle age. What we haven't gorged on, we've sampled.”
― Robert Hillman, Joyful

“My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“Desperate feelings can swivel into loathing.”
― Suzette Mayr, The Sleeping Car Porter

“You cannot find strength by loathing.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Once you've seen something that's got nothing to do with you, you can't claim ignorance. But you're still powerless. So at the very least, you want to let yourself feel pity and leave it at that. Those emotions are beautiful and noble, but they're also a cruel and ugly excuse. It's nothing more than an extension of the deceitful youth ideology that I loathe so much.”
― Wataru Watari, やはり俺の青春ラブコメはまちがっている。4

“unfull but full of loathing”
― Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

“I doubt she deserved the amount of hatred I directed at her, but I loathed just about everybody back then.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

“One need not possess joys in order to taste their bitterness! Even to view them from afar off begets loathing of them. Thou must be fatigued by the monotony of the same actions, the length of the days, the hideousness of the world, the stupidity of the sun?”
― Gustave Flaubert, The Temptation of St. Antony

“Some of my wise, more evolved friends say that loathing certain people, henceforth referred to as Them, is not worth the effort, that they are too thin as human forms to actually hate. I say, ‘Not for me, baby.”
― Anne Lamott, Almost Everything: Notes on Hope

“Tamlin surveyed the hand Rhys had resting on my sparkling knee.

The loathing in Tamlin's eyes practically simmered.

No one, not even Amarantha, had ever looked at me with such hatred.

No, Amarantha hadn't really known me- her loathing had been superficial, driven from a personal history that poisoned everything. Tamlin... Tamlin knew me. And now hated every inch of what I was.

He opened his mouth, and I braced myself.

'It would seem congratulations are in order.'

The words were flat- flat and yet sharp as his claws, currently hidden beneath his golden skin.

I said nothing.

Rhys only held Tamlin's stare. Held it was a face like ice, and yet utter rage roiled beneath it. Cataclysmic rage, surging and writhing down the bond between us.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Steffy risked a glance at her fellow neighbors and townspeople. She often looked for kindred spirits in the crowd. None were ever found. Just once, she wished to see someone trying to hide a smile, a snicker, or plain sighing at the absurdity. The rowdy outcasts among the community were not welcome in the church. They knew better than to show their faces.”
― Jaime Allison Parker

“More and more commonly, the strongest public sentiment is one of profound loathing - subversive loathing of 'the hegemonic discourse,' Western loathing of the East, Eastern loathing of the West, secular loathing of believers, religious loathing of the secular. Sweeping, unmitigated loathing surges like vomit from the depths of this or that misery. Such extreme loathing is a component of fanaticism in all its guises.”
― Amos Oz, ???? ??????

“Pressed closer, loathing every place where our bodies touched. I didn't know how Rhys had endured it- endured Amarantha for five decades.

'You look beautiful today,' Tamlin said.

'Thank you,' I made myself peer up into his face. 'Lucien- Lucien told me that you didn't complete the rite at Calanmai. That you refused.'

And you let Ianthe take him into that cave instead.

His throat bobbed. 'I couldn't stomach it.'

And yet you could stomach making a deal with Hybern, as if I were a stolen item to be returned. 'Maybe this morning was not just a blessing for me,' I offered.

A stroke of his hand down my back was his own reply.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“No, it seemed that there was more than that to restrain her among many factors, fear of contamination. She would not willingly have touched a box of matches belonging to him. So erratic, vicious and dangerous, so inaccessible to reason and human feeling had he demonstrated himself to be, and so bent on the spiritual destruction of those about him, that the very artifacts he handled seemed to sicken. His eyes, merely by looking, spread the contagion, so that the fabric and foundations of the house were diseased; the silver Jaguar that he drove as though it were a weapon of war was diseased. She herself. She herself. She shuddered. What wasn’t? The wind? The sky?”
― Elizabeth Harrower, The Watch Tower

“He loathed the sword so that he didn't have to loathe himself - not that he didn't do both anyway, but he liked to keep his options open. He liked to pretend that loathing the sword eased the pain a bit.

It didn't, of course. He doubted that anything could ease the pain.”
― Wietske Blijjenberg, Zarzar: the hole story

“Undula, Undula, o sigh of the soul for the land of the happy and perfect! How my soul expanded in that light, when I stood, a humble Lazarus, at your bright threshold. Through you, in a feverish shiver, I came to know my own misery and ugliness in the light of your perfection.”
― Bruno Schulz, Nocturnal Apparitions: Essential Stories

“You are vile, you are loathsome to me!' she cried, growing more and more excited. 'Yout tears are just water! You never loved me; there's no heart, no nobility in your! You're disgusting, vile, a stranger, yes, a total stranger to me!' With pain and spite she uttered this word so terrible for her - 'stranger'.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina