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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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
But I do hate him as I hate the devil.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.
Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
High above hate I dwell,
O storms! farewell.
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.]
