The Hating Game Quotes & Sayings

Why did things have to get so backwards in our house? Since she couldn't be the adult, I knew that it had to be me. But that didn't stop me from hating it--from wishing it was just over. I'd give anything to be a kid again and not to be the responsible one in the house. It was like I was trapped in a horrible virtual-reality game, except there was no way for me to quit. — Elizabeth Langston

Hating you shall be a game
Played with cool hands
And slim fingers.
Your heart will yearn
For the lonely splendor
Of the pine tree
While rekindled fires
In my eyes
Shall wound you like swift arrows.
Memory will lay its hands
Upon your breast
And you will understand
My hatred. — Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I left hating the game of football ... I never ever wanted to play football after that and I kind of rode off into the sunset. — Randall Cunningham

Helene and Mr. Bexley peel out again like Wacky Racers. — Sally Thorne

You have to step through the gate, the false barrier of your critical mind, to see all the ways we habitually reject the very place our lives have landed us. And then, we have to stop plotting an escape. That's what practice is for: staying put. — Karen Maezen Miller

Danny Fletcher has a cliched evening in store for you. Italian restaurant, checkered tablecloth. Probably a candle. he'll push the last meatball to you with his nose, — Sally Thorne

This whole situation is so fucked up. This game. This thing between us. It's exhausting. God, I'm just so sick of it and tired of hating Mr. Black one minute to wanting a future with you the next. A future I know will never happen. — Ella Dominguez

I suppose bribes won't work. You are all comfortable, though? We have two suites set aside for you, both this basic layout, though the other suite has two rooms. I wasn't sure of the, ah, sleeping arrangements ... " Fred trailed off uncomfortably. "Don't worry, Boss, you can bunk with me," Amos said with a wink at Naomi. — James S.A. Corey

Paul looked down at the hand that had known pain, and then up to the Reverend Mother. The sound of her voice contained a difference than from any other voicing his experience. The words were outlined in brilliance. There was an edge to them. — Frank Herbert

The energy that usually lashes ineffectively inside each of us now has a conduit, forming a loop of electricity between us, cycling through me, into him. My heart is glowing in my chest like a bulb, flashing brighter with each movement of his lips. — Sally Thorne

Let's put our weapons down, okay?" He raises his hands to show he's unarmed. His hands are big enough to encircle my ankles. I swallow.

To hide my awkwardness, I mime taking a gun out of my pocket and toss it aside. He reaches into an imaginary shoulder holsters and takes out a gun, putting it on his planner. I unsheathe an invisible knife from my thigh.

"All of them." I indicate under the desk. He reaches down to his ankle and pretends to take a handgun out of an ankle holster.

"That's better." I sink into my chair and close my eyes.

"You're deeply weird, Shortcake." His voice is not unkind. I force my eyes open and the Staring Game almost kills me. His eyes are the blue of a peacock's chest. Everything is changing. — Sally Thorne

We didn't admit it at the time, but practically the Whole New Deal was extrapolated from programs that Hoover started. — Rexford Tugwell

I look at Danny. If I'd thrown a torn-up wishlist into a fireplace, he's the guy Mary Poppins would have delivered. — Sally Thorne

All we know is that, at times, fighting the Russians, we had to remove the piles of enemy bodies from before our trenches, so as to get a clear field of fire against new waves of assault. — Paul Von Hindenburg

The thing that gets me is, when I switched to doing an MBA at night while working at Bexley, he was unimpressed. Like he'd had any kind of opinion. Like I wasn't even noticed or acknowledged enough to disappoint. But I have, Over and over, my entire life. My career is a joke to him."

I'm surprised by how angry I'm getting. I think of Anthony, his face permanently twisted into a sarcastic expression,

"He's lost something special in you, Why is he like this?"

"I don't know. If I knew, maybe I could change it. He's just been that way with me, and most people. — Sally Thorne

I compose a reply. It is an emoticon of a smiling poo. It sums everything up. — Sally Thorne

He releases the button on my coat with the snap of his fingers. The traitorous garment flips open, as if to say Help yourself, mister! — Sally Thorne

Opinions are like some kind of crust that grows on top of things and you want to kind of peel them off. — Susan Sontag

I knew then that I had never understood what humans called love. But if that was anything close to the power you held over me, then no wonder they searched for it so passionately."
I reached out and pulled him into bed with me. "You're going to be late."
"Why ?"
"Because after hearing that I can't let you leave until I've had my fill. Get naked, Dankmar. — Abbi Glines