Hate Quote by Hilda Doolittle Download Open image “The heart the heart the heart how it thrives on hate.” — Hilda Doolittle ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Hate Heart Thrive
The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love let love fill your heart instead of hate. when hate is in your heart, there is room for nothing else, but when love… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What you fail to understand is the power of hate. It can fill the heart as surely as love can. — Earl Felton Copy Share Image
“A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it’s hungry. You keep feeding it more and more people, and… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“Within every heart lives two dragons, a dragon of Hope and a dragon of Hate, both mighty and powerful in equal measure. They war… — K.J. Colt Copy Share Image
“Hatred is an unwanted domain of our heart. It obstructs the most harmonious way between you and your love. If you totally rely on… — Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal Copy Share Image
“Hate leaves a scar on your heart; love leaves a beauty mark on your soul.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“Sheltered Garden" I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest-- then… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
That way of inspiration is always open, and open to everyone; it acts as go-between, interpreter, it explains symbols of the past in to-day's… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure, though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . . — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
I used to fight with hate. There's been a lot of aggression in my past growing up and stuff. That's because I was hurt… — Rose Namajunas Copy Share Image
I love because there is not enough room in my heart to hate. — Rena Kornreich Gelissen Copy Share Image
Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
Actors don't hate acting. Most people don't hate acting! Whether you're a child mucking around with your friends or a grown up being paid… — Liv Hewson Copy Share Image
Iranians hate Arabs. They're a fairly well-educated population and they have centuries of experience with self-government. — Michael Ledeen Copy Share Image
We did an episode where she goes out to get a job and she gets fired because she's not good. They hire a babysitter… — Patricia Heaton Copy Share Image
I have a way to photograph. You work with space, you have a camera, you have a frame, and then a fraction of a… — Sebastiao Salgado Copy Share Image
Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate,… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
