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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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.]
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.]
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of read more
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
Hate is such a luxurious emotion, it can only be spent on one we love.
Hate is such a luxurious emotion, it can only be spent on one we love.
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.
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.
Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.
Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.
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.
