A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. "Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy. "Whichever one I feed," is the reply.
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There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.
There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.
Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward's revenge for being intimidated.
Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward's revenge for being intimidated.
We have but one, and only hate,
We love as one, we hate as one,
We have read more
We have but one, and only hate,
We love as one, we hate as one,
We have one foe and one alone.
[Ger., Wir haben nur einen einzigen Hass,
Wir lieben vereint, wir hassen vereint,
Wir haben nur einen einzigen Feind.]
Hatred is a boomerang which is sure to hit you harder than the one at whom you throw it.
Hatred is a boomerang which is sure to hit you harder than the one at whom you throw it.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges read more
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
