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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Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, read more
Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
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.]
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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.
Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.
[Lat., Quem metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit read more
Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.
[Lat., Quem metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit periisse expetit.]
These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.
These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
