William Shakespeare Hate Quotations

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;Corruption wins not more than honesty.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

I hate ingratitude more in a person; than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or, any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor…If you love me, I'll always be in your heart…If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

My only love sprung from my only hate.

Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing That makes him honored or begets him hate; For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

Every offense is not a hate at first.

Hate pollutes the mind.

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now, ...

If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.

When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.