We hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

all humans are inclined to hate others if they believe they are the cause of their unhappiness.

The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves. It is not love of self but hatred of self which is at the root of the troubles that afflict our world.

We hate old friends: we hate old books: we hate old opinions; and at last we come to hate ourselves.

Whom we fear more than love, we are not far from hating.

People hate themselves, people condemn themselves — they go on condemning; they go on thinking that they are rotten. How can the other love you, such a rotten person. No, nobody can love you really — the other must be befooling, cheating; there must be some other reason. She must be after something else; he must be after something else. You know your rottenness, worthlessness — love seems to be out of the question. And when some woman comes and says she adores you, you cannot trust. When you go to a woman and you say you adore her, and she hates herself, how can she believe you? It is self-hatred that is creating the anxiety.

To hate another human being is to take a worm into one’s own vitals. It consumes life.

When people hate with all that energy, it is something in themselves they are hating.

We cannot love our own people unless we hate those who consciously destroy our kind.

The things you hate about others are the things you cannot see in yourself.

That's the trouble with the world. We all despise ourselves.

We do not love ourselves, therefore we cannot love each other. Because we see in each other’s face our own face, the face we never stopped wanting. Because we survived and survival breeds desire for more self. A face we never stopped wanting at the same time as we try to obliterate it.

Who taught you to hate yourself?