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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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
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.
There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of read more
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
Love, friendship, respect, do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.
Love, friendship, respect, do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
