Examples of using "Hasste" in a sentence and their english translations:
Tom hated it.
Tom hated his teacher.
He hated his own kind.
Tom hated spinach.
She hated him.
She hated bats.
- Tom hated Mary.
- Tom disliked Mary.
Tom hated them.
Tom hated Mary.
Tom hated women.
He hated himself.
He hated bats.
He hated spinach.
Tom hated Mary as much as she hated him.
She hated her husband.
Tom hated himself.
I used to hate Tom.
Tom hated lying.
Tom hated his parents.
I hated you at first.
My stepfather hated me.
Hitler hated the Jews.
Tom hated his teacher.
Tom hated his teacher.
Tom hated Mary, but not as much as she hated him.
He had an intense hatred of his teacher.
- He abhorred lying.
- He hated lying.
James Madison hated the idea.
Tom hated Canadian politics.
Tom hated the word 'gamer'.
By his own account, Bassam used to hate Israelis,
They knew that Tom hated Mary.
Tom hated dogs and cats for his entire life.
Why did I hate to write essays?
Tom used to hate Mary. Now he loves her.
Tom hated every day of summer camp.
She was as intense in her hatreds as in her loves.
Mary didn't want Tom to hate her.
- Tom used to hate Boston.
- Tom hated Boston.
I hated to write with a fountain pen.
I began to understand the reason why he hated me.
She still hated him, even after he died.
There was a sergeant that I particularly hated in the army.
She bought him a sweater, but he hated the color.
She still hated him, even after he died.
She hated him.
Christopher Columbus despised pirates, but he loved their eyepatches. Sometimes, he would wear one - just for fun.
As a child, Mary particularly hated clowns and apes. To this day, in fact, that has not changed one bit.
Diana had much to tell Anne of what went on in school. She had to sit with Gertie Pye and she hated it.
Christopher Columbus wasn't an explorer because he loved the sea. He was an explorer because he hated Spanish jails.
Once there was an unfortunate forgetful guy named James who used to confuse Mary with Maria all the time. For that, Maria hated him with every fibre of her being.
When I was younger, I hated going to weddings. My grandmothers and aunts would huddle around me, poke me in the side, and giggle "You're next! You're next!" They only stopped this nonsense when I began to do the same thing at funerals.