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A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling read more
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.
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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.
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.]
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Let them hate, so long as they fear.
[Lat., Oderint, dum metuant.]
Let them hate, so long as they fear.
[Lat., Oderint, dum metuant.]
