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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In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward's revenge for being intimidated.
Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward's revenge for being intimidated.
I pray that every passing hour
Your hearts may bruise and beat,
I pray that every step read more
I pray that every passing hour
Your hearts may bruise and beat,
I pray that every step you take
May bruise and burn your feet.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
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.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne read more
He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne saurait longtemps vivre.]
