Haters will be haters, you have got to acknowledge them and move on as the ratio of love to hate is too high.
Haters are cowards. When confronted they often back down. We must resist haters.
Sometimes I just think people are haters. And if they're haters, you can listen to what they have to say but you have to take it with a grain of salt.
As there are misanthropists or haters of men, so also are there misologists, or haters of ideas.
There will always be haters out there, but my haters motivate me to push harder and kick more ass.
Normally, I try not to pay attention to my haters, but this time I'd like to talk about it, because my haters are my motivators.
For as there are misanthropists, or haters of men, there are also misologists, or haters of ideas, and both spring from the same cause, which is ignorance of the world.
Haters gonna be haters, and there's nothing we can do about that.
No matter what you do, you're going to run into haters online. We're not talking about ordinary, disgruntled customers who should be addressed with empathy and understanding. Haters are a breed apart.
Honestly, it's hard to deal with the haters, but something that has helped me is not to focus on the haters and to focus on the nice people!
For every 1 fan I have 20 haters, once I can reach 1000 haters for 1 fan, I know I've made it.
Having haters is just a part of the business, and the more haters you have, the more people like you - that's how I view it, because I try to see the positive in things.
God must have said, "I know what I'll do, I'll send my Love right down there where they are. And I'll send it as a tiny baby, so they'll have to touch it, and they'll have to hold it close."
Holzhauer Haters' is pretty catchy, but I have not encountered too many haters. I'm sure they are out there, but I don't spend my free time looking up every person's opinion of James Holzhauer.
God, send me an angel from the heavens above. Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love, 'cause all I do is cry. God, send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes.
Here am I, send me; send me to the ends of the earth; send me to the rough, the savage lost of the wilderness; send me from all that is called comfort on earth; send me even to death itself, if it be but in your service, and to promote your kingdom