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"This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost."
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"He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing."
"Pride has quite a bit to do with hatred. In many a case in which one hates another, one subconsciously begins patterns of cherry-picking and selective hearing: he continues to look only for things about the other person which he can use to justify his hatred, things which will then make him feel less guilty about hating someone. In this regard, hatred is not so much an emotion as it is a decision."
"Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful."
"I hate you' she said to me one afternoon. 'I really, really hate you.' Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally."
"You cannot hate other people without hating yourself."
"We must stifle the voice of hatred and faction."
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