hatred *

She could understand nothing but the hatred in his eyes.

Did you tell me about your hatred of my mother?

She turned to him with a look of total hatred.

The hatred in her face was answer enough without words.

Like I said, a man cannot live on hatred alone.

He could see the hatred in their eyes, all of them.

He seemed to have a hatred for me at the start.

I tell you, getting hatred out of my system gave me a new life.

I had not been able to even begin to understand the hatred of the people.

Very few times in her life had she seen such hatred on a human face.

He did not bring up the subject of hatred himself.

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.

He has a hatred of the police that will never leave him.

But why let that hatred cost you your only life?

When she turned back, the hot hatred was under control.

All the world knows of his hatred for my people.

Even at the point of death they have no fear or hatred.

Perhaps hatred and love were, in some ways, the same.

She could almost feel the hatred coming through the glass.

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

I've got to have a little bit of hatred toward guys I'm playing against.

But over the last few days, she had seen fear in him, not hatred.

And I hope you'll bring yourself to get over your hatred of him.

He says there is no room for hatred among themselves, only against those outside.

It was good to let his hatred out in the open for once.