For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

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.

A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling read more

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.

Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.

Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.

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.]

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

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.

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.