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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Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]
Whom they have injured they also hate.
[Lat., Quos laeserunt et oderunt.]
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.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges read more
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
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.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.
Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.
