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Milan Kundera

"Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary."

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"Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary."

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"We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value."

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"I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything."

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"He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed."

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"Sometimes hate is silence, some stuff are made in such way that they are in front of your eyes."

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"The correlative to loving our neighbors as ourselves is hating ourselves as we hate our neighbors."

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"We can scarcely hate anyone that we know."

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"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."

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"When you hate somebody...you give him chance mastering your heart."

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"She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started, the whole edifice might roar down and be done away with."

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"Dogs are our link to Paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace."
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