{"quotes":[{"text":"When Victoria told me how intensely she hated me, I kept the Beretta aimed at her face, but heard myself say, 'I don't hate you.'She called me an effing liar and said, 'Hate makes the world go around. Envy, lust and hate.'I stopped hating anyone the day when I realized hating can't restore to me anything that's lost.","author":"Dean Koontz","tags":["hate","loathing"],"id":4562,"author_id":"Dean+Koontz"},{"text":"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.","author":"Stefan Zweig","tags":["broken","burden","cease","creature","creep","cripple","die","disgust","hide","lame","loathing","love","right","shattered"],"id":61520,"author_id":"Stefan+Zweig"},{"text":"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.","author":"Shannon L. Alder","tags":["attitude","beautiful-minds","beautiful-souls","choice","choose-the-right","class","confidence","courage","dignified","dignity","doubts","empowering-women","having-dignity","loathing","lose","loving-others","loving-yourself","respect","self-aware","self-awareness","self-doubt","self-empowerment","self-esteem","self-improvement","self-love","self-reliance","self-respect","self-worth","standing-for-right","standing-for-yourself","unconditional-love","win","worth","worthiness","worthlessness","worthy"],"id":66057,"author_id":"Shannon+L.+Alder"},{"text":"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.","author":"Frederick Douglass","tags":["america","curse","disregard","loathing","robbery","slaveholding","wrong"],"id":77031,"author_id":"Frederick+Douglass"},{"text":"If the bible be true, God commanded his chosen people to destroy men simply for the crime of defending their native land. They were not allowed to spare trembling and white-haired age, nor dimpled babes clasped in the mothers' arms. They were ordered to kill women, and to pierce, with the sword of war, the unborn child. 'Our heavenly Father' commanded the Hebrews to kill the men and women, the fathers, sons and brothers, but to preserve the girls alive. Why were not the maidens also killed? Why were they spared? Read the thirty-first chapter of Numbers, and you will find that the maidens were given to the soldiers and the priests. Is there, in all the history of war, a more infamous thing than this? Is it possible that God permitted the violets of modesty, that grow and shed their perfume in the maiden's heart, to be trampled beneath the brutal feet of lust? If this was the order of God, what, under the same circumstances, would have been the command of a devil? When, in this age of the world, a woman, a wife, a mother, reads this record, she should, with scorn and loathing, throw the book away. A general, who now should make such an order, giving over to massacre and rapine a conquered people, would be held in execration by the whole civilized world. Yet, if the bible be true, the supreme and infinite God was once a savage.","author":"Robert G. Ingersoll","tags":["bible","book","brutal","children","commandments","defense","destroy","devil","father","general","god","heart","hebrews","history","jehovah","loathing","lust","maidens","massacre","mercy","modesty","native","numbers","priests","read","savage","scorn","sword","the-bible","the-devil","wife","women","yahweh"],"id":101044,"author_id":"Robert+G.+Ingersoll"},{"text":"The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life.","author":"Hunter S. Thompson","tags":["fear","hooker","hunter","loathing","thompson","waitress"],"id":109170,"author_id":"Hunter+S.+Thompson"},{"text":"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.","author":"Yukio Mishima","tags":["loathing","ocean","sailing"],"id":139189,"author_id":"Yukio+Mishima"},{"text":"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.","author":"Dave Matthes","tags":["alcohol","birth","booze","hate","hemingway","loathing","overrated","poems","poet","poetry","promise","screams","truth","twain","whiskey","whispering","woman"],"id":182788,"author_id":"Dave+Matthes"},{"text":"His scorn of humanity grew by what it fed on; he realized in fact that the world is mostly made up of solemn humbugs and silly idiots.There was no room for doubt; he could entertain no hope of discovering in another the same aspirations and the same antipa- thies, no hope of joining forces with a mind that, like his own, should find its satisfaction in a life of studious idleness; no hope of uniting a keen and doctrinaire spirit such as his, with that of a writer and a man of learning.","author":"Joris-Karl Huysmans","tags":["depression","incompatibility","loathing","lonesome"],"id":199508,"author_id":"Joris-Karl+Huysmans"},{"text":"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.","author":"Nenia Campbell","tags":["addiction","drug","hate","hatred","hatred","life","loathing","philosophy","poison"],"id":206594,"author_id":"Nenia+Campbell"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}