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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Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
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.
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.]
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is aweapon that attacks the person read more
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is aweapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. Andthe harms we do, we do to ourselves.
We have but one, and only hate,
We love as one, we hate as one,
We have read more
We have but one, and only hate,
We love as one, we hate as one,
We have one foe and one alone.
[Ger., Wir haben nur einen einzigen Hass,
Wir lieben vereint, wir hassen vereint,
Wir haben nur einen einzigen Feind.]
Hatred is self-punishment.
Hatred is self-punishment.
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.
