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.
Hatred is self-punishment.
Hatred is self-punishment.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
Anyone can hate. It costs to love.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that read more
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
[Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio,
sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
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.
