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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What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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.]
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.
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.
The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.
The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.
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.
Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.
Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]
Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]
