Men hate more steadily than they love; and if I have said something to hurt a man once, I shall not get the better of this by saying many things to please him.
After making love to this girl she started crying, I said Are you going to hate yourself in the morning, No I hate myself now.
Hate the sin, love the sinner.
And where love ends, hate begins .
I was making love to this girl and she started crying. I said... Are you going to hate yourself in the morning? She said.. No..I hate myself now.
But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it.
Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars... Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Martin Luther King Jr.