Hatred is inveterate anger. — Marcus Tullius Cicero
Hatred is inveterate anger. — Marcus Tullius Cicero
Hatred is inveterate anger. — Marcus Tullius Cicero
Hatred is inveterate anger. — Marcus Tullius Cicero
Hatred is inveterate anger. — Marcus Tullius Cicero
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Hatred is inveterate anger.

— Marcus Tullius Cicero
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It takes courage to live in the midst of hate. And it requires strength to keep that hatred from eating your soul. — Mari Serebrov, Mama Namibia
How his hatred seethed in search of a justifiable excuse. — Norman Mailer, The Fight
Twinkle twinkle little star, I want to hit you with a car. Throw you off a bridge so high,Hope you break your neck and d — Katelyn Lillis
[Football] has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules — George Orwell, The Collected Essays, Journalism and Letters of George Orwell 1903-1950
If you feel hatred in your heart, pray. If you feel murder in your mind, pray. God will repay. — JCrov
Devil has to offer many diabolical grimaces: One of these caricatures is prejudice, it stirs up hatred. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann, The Seven Deadly Sins
If peace came it would have to do so when there had been time to allow the hatred to grow out of people’s thinking. — Sara Sheridan, Truth Or Dare
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in it — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
What worries me is that out of so much hatred for the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so — Gabriel García Márquez
Satan will not ask you to carry a chair and sit with him, instead he will snatch the chair from your hands and dismantle — Michael Bassey Johnson
And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another li — George Orwell, 1984
But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisone — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind