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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Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]
Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]
The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.
The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.
The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs,
is silent.
[Ger., Der grosste Hass ist, read more
The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs,
is silent.
[Ger., Der grosste Hass ist, wie die grosste Tugend und die
schlimmsten Hunde, still.]
In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
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.
