I hate rap music, which to me sounds like a bunch of angry men shouting, possibly because the person who was supposed to provide them with a melody never showed up.
Because I hate fake people and I always think I'm never fake.
I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.
You wake up and you feel - what? Heaviness, an ache inside, a weight, yes. A soft crumpling of the flesh. A feeling like all the surfaces inside you have been rubbed raw. A voice in your head - no, not voices, not like hearing voices, nothing that crazy, just your own inner voice, the one that says 'Turn left at the corner' or 'Don't forget to stop at the post office,' only now it's saying, 'I hate myself.' It's saying, 'I want to die.'
Science, by itself, cannot supply us with an ethic. It can show us how to achieve a given end, and it may show us that some ends cannot be achieved. But among ends that can be achieved our choice must be decided by other than purely scientific considerations. If a man were to say, "I hate the human race, and I think it would be a good thing if it were exterminated," we could say, "Well, my dear sir, let us begin the process with you." But this is hardly argument, and no amount of science could prove such a man mistaken.
I hate it because of the monstrous injustice of slavery itself. I hate it because it deprives our republican example of its just influence in the world.
I just want the bullying to stop. That is all I ever wanted. I used to love going to school. Now I hate it.
I hate how many people think "glass half-empty" when their glass is really four-fifths full. I'm grateful when I have one drop in the glass because I know exactly what to do with it.
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle? I'ma be the queen no matter how they shuffle.
I love it when you talk that sh-t.
You can't hate/love others without loving/hating yourself first.
Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction.
Hate comes from Intimidation. Love comes from Appreciation.
You know why they hate me, cause they love me.
Haters can't see me, but them b-tches still looking for me.
To all the haters out there I wish you the best. You can't bring me down. I wake up everyday grateful for the opportunity and grateful to the fans.
I love you as much as you love me... So if you hate me, it works out perfectly.
Ain't that a shame how they f-ck up ya name.
I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater with trays in both hands, place an order I can cater.
Take photos with hater n-ggas and crop them. I am not them. I photoshop them out 'cause they don't understand what I'm about.
I'ma be here for a while. None of these clowns can hurt me.
If you don't have critics, you probably don't have success either.
I truly believe my haters are my motivators.
Them haters in your face you just ignore them. Don't know what they talking sh-t for.
All of them fans in love with me 'cause I say what's real. So I could never give a f-ck how a hater feel.
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