Quote by Stephen King

Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.


Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had

Summary

The quote expresses a contradictory feeling of hatred towards someone while still being unable to harm them. The speaker admits to despising the person to the extent of wishing them dead, but reveals that this same intense emotion is what prevents them from carrying out this wish. This paradoxical situation highlights the complex nature of human emotions and shows how even when consumed by hatred, certain moral boundaries can still prevent one from acting upon it.

By Stephen King
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