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  • He felt a sudden loathing: not because the words were hypocrisy, but because they were true; Philip meant them.
  • I should loathe my discovering it.
  • Now my only desire is one I loathe to name even to myself.
  • He did not know whether the impossibility of acting had given him this sense of loathing, or whether the loathing had made him lose the desire to act.
  • He did not know whether the impossibility of acting had given him this sense of loathing, or whether the loathing had made him lose the desire to act.
  • She was defeated by loathing for the hours, the days, the nights she had to waste circumventing the interference of Jim’s friend who bore the title of Vice-President in Charge of Operation.
  • He had never entered a whorehouse; he thought, at times, that the self-loathing he would experience there could be no worse than what he felt when he was driven to enter his wife’s bedroom.
  • He could understand disgust for any one thing, and he could fight that thing with the healthy indignation of knowing that it did not belong in the world; but this was new to him-this feeling that the world was a loathsome place where he did not want to belong.
  • He looked at her as if the question were a sight visualized in every detail, a sight he loathed, but would not abandon; she heard the contempt in his voice, the hatred, the suffering-and an odd eagerness that did not pertain to torture; he had asked the question, holding her body tight against him.
  • But then, in the concourse of the Terminal, she looked at the statue of Nat Taggart and thought: It was your rail, you made it, you fought for it, you were not stopped by fear or by loathing-I won’t surrender it to the men of blood and rust-and I’m the only one left to guard it.
  • I don’t think that suffering makes up for anything, but whatever I felt, I didn’t suffer enough, if there’s one thing I loathe, it’s to speak of my own suffering-that should be no one’s concern but mine.
  • If she was loathsome, he thought, it was he who had brought her to it; this was her way of taking pain-no one could prescribe the form of a human being’s attempt to bear suffering-no one could blame-above all, not he, who had caused it.
  • To demand it is to claim that your life is his property-and loathsome as such claim might be, there’s something still more loathsome: your agreement.
  • To demand it is to claim that your life is his property-and loathsome as such claim might be, there’s something still more loathsome: your agreement.
  • The camera, like an eye at a police line-up, moved from face to scarred face-scarred by the ravages of fear, of evasion, of despair, of uncertainty, of self-loathing, of guilt.
  • But the longing came from the certainty that the truth and the right were hers-that the enemy was the irrational and the unreal-that she could not set herself another goal or summon the love to achieve it, while her rightful achievement had been lost, not to some superior power, but to a loathsome evil that conquered by means of impotence.
  • He would not permit himself to know that what he felt was self loathing; he identified the emotion, but not its object; it was loathing for the men around him, he thought; it was they who were forcing him to go through this shameful performance.
  • He would not permit himself to know that what he felt was self loathing; he identified the emotion, but not its object; it was loathing for the men around him, he thought; it was they who were forcing him to go through this shameful performance.
  • …courage of a new thought, could he give up the world to those others?-so long as he could find a single sight to give him a life-restoring shot of admiration, could he believe that the world belonged to the sores, the moans and the guns?-the men who invented motors did exist, he would never doubt their reality, it was his vision of them that had made the contrast-unbearable, so that even the loathing was the tribute of his loyalty to them and to that world which was theirs and his.
  • You owe your love to ’those who don’t deserve it, and the less they deserve it, the more love you owe them-the more loathsome the object, the nobler your love-the more unfastidious your love, the greater your virtue-and if you can bring your soul to the state of a dump heap that welcomes anything on equal terms, if you can cease to value moral values, you have achieved the state of moral perfection.
  • …the sight of all those blind alleys he had struggled never to be forced to see: now, at the end of every alley, he was seeing his hatred of existence-he was seeing the face of Cherryl Taggart with her joyous eagerness to live and that it was this particular eagerness he had always wanted to defeat-he was seeing his face as the face of a killer whom all men should rightfully loathe, who destroyed values for being values, who killed in order not to discover his own irredeemable evil.
  • …as a value: the professor who, unable to think, takes pleasure in crippling the mind of his students, the businessman who, to protect his stagnation, takes pleasure in chaining the ability of competitors, the neurotic who, to defend his self-loathing, takes pleasure in breaking men of self-esteem, the incompetent who takes pleasure in defeating achievement, the mediocrity who takes pleasure in demolishing greatness, the eunuch who takes pleasure in the castration of all pleasure-and…
  • "God damn him," he said evenly, not raising his voice, with a loathing past any display of emotion.

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  • I make New Year’s resolutions every year and then loathe myself for breaking them.
  • I loathe that man. He ruined my life.

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