“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Ruburt’s mother hated cats, particularly black ones. [...]

Marie did not hate Ruburt, though at times she could be quite hateful in her expressions. [...]

[...] You also find yourself in the position where you believe you should be the entire support of your family, and where you know you have both been taking the easy way out, and you hate yourself for it.

[...] You have not felt that you manipulated well in physical reality, in the world as it is, and to some extent you hated both the world and yourself for this. [...]

[...] Jane at first said during our talk that she must hate many things—but it seems that hate would only be a mask for fear— hence the suggestion that instead of asking herself what she hates, a more basic question is “What do I fear?”

[...] Forgive me if this is a trite analogy, I almost hate to say it, but it bends with the wind. [...]

I hate to bring this up, however you are the one who brought it up.

[...] It was a job she hated.)

[...] If you become ill you can hate yourself for not being what you think you should be — a perfect physical image made in the likeness of a perfect God.

[...] I hate it when I’m half in and half out. [...]

[...] Many of them almost hate themselves. [...]

[...] You may hate them or deride them. [...]

[...] You do not hate anyone that you are not capable of loving. [...]

[...] I hate it when I’m half in and half out . [...]

[...] You love and hate family, precisely as Ruburt does. [...]

With Ruburt this involves an aping, or adoption, a symbolic attempt to become the hated object, and therefore to be free of any hatred that might be directed by that object toward Ruburt.

The consequences however for the nation and the world would be far more disastrous had these hates and aggressions not found these therapeutic, almost surgical, unfortunately necessary, outlets.

[...] The inner hate and aggression has not been recognized by the nation in the past. [...]

[...] There has been some success with people who imagine that the cancer is instead some hated enemy or monster or foe, which is then banished through mental mock battles over a period of time. [...]

[...] “I’d hate to see it if he hadn’t,” Jane said.

[...] Having requested help, he then hated himself for the weakness that he believed caused such a need. [...]

You both know what love and hate are, but as I told you earlier, try to think in new ways. Love and hate, for example, are action. [...]

[...] Jane thought her mother hated her as a child, and still did even now. [...]

We do feel an equivalent of what you call emotions, though these are not the love or hate or anger that you know. [...]

[...] “I hate to do that....” [...]