Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you — Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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More “Hatred” Quotes

The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love. — Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
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 — Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist
I have not met this person, and yet I hate him more than anything, for in him is everything I hate. — Ben Willoughby, Gods on the Mountain
We are not enemies but we are just hostile to each other because of our different views and opinions. — Auliq Ice
He came up flailing and sputtering and began to thrash his way toward the line of willows that marked the submerged cree — Cormac McCarthy
Hate feeds on your heart and pollutes your mind. It makes you lose sight of reality and forces you to focus on animosity — Courtney M. Privett, The Crystal Lattice
A friend is like a rope, you trust it until it snaps. — Auliq Ice
I don't hate you, because hate is a feeling and I feel absolutely nothing for you. — Auliq Ice
All hate is the result of people refusing to take responsibility for their own lives. — Marty Rubin
Bureaucrats and Politicians are different people, work of Bureaucrats makes us hate Politicians. — Amit Kalantri
A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate. — Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
When you look through the window of hate, you are really looking in the Devil's mirror. — Jack Byrne