I could feel its hatred, like a pressure on the air.

There was never a moment, however, when I felt hatred.

The Rose grew dark, and he could feel its hatred.

Nor does he seem to feel any shame or hatred.

He would feel my hatred like a whip on his back.

Suddenly I no longer felt hatred toward that other me out there someplace.

Next, he'd felt his hatred of other races beginning to die.

It was like he felt too much hatred to speak.

That one who has been in the service of the Goddess should feel hatred for a fellow being.

We all feel enough hatred and despair to become monsters.