Hatred would have been easier. With hatred I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear metallic one-handed unwavering unlike love.

Isnt it funny.Im enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you changes its mind. But hatred now thats something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. Its hard or soft however you need it. Love humiliates you but Hatred cradles you.

...the opposite of love is not hate -- its apathy. Its not giving a damn. If somebody hates me they must feel something ... or they couldnt possibly hate. Therefore theres some way in which I can get to them.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely though when I hate I hate murderously. For example now I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings penis-sucking parties and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Let his sword break and his shield shatter Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors let his courage fail him and every man desert him.

Those who pray for your downfall are concentrating negative thoughts towards you without taking cognisance of the slippery ground in which they are standing which could lead to their downfall.