"Then you can hate each other again in a democratic society."

I mean, you really knew who to hate in those days.

I do hate her sometimes, very often in fact, but not all the time.

Hands hate each other in a way, you could say.

They would all hate him in the end, he thought.

Looking at me, she had only hate in her eyes.

The two men I hate most together in one room.

But why did he hate us in the first place?

He had never hated anything so much in his life.

I have never hated anyone so much in my life.