Hate Leads To Suffering Quote Novels & Stories

Linda helped me walk out of the cubicle, and as we walked out of the hall, different people hurled different types of insults at me. Their voices echoed in my ears, the sharpness of their words piercing through my already shattered spirit. I kept my head held high, trying to shield myself from their cruel remarks, but each insult felt like a blow to my already wounded heart. "Traitor!" "We don't want your kind here!" "Leave and never come back!" "We don't have any more premature deaths! Take your bad luck and leave!” The weight of their hatred bore down on me, threatening to break my resolve. Yet, I reminded myself that their words were fueled by ignorance and fear.

He did not answer, but remained silent. After finishing treatment I said, "Have you heard of this saying, 'People who love themselves do not hurt others, only those who hate themselves, make others suffer.' stop hating yourself before doing anything serious. You can't take it back even if you want to, so you better catch yourself before you do something stupid." And left the infirmary and cleaned the rest of the windows and went to Tyler's house.

It was getting hard for me to breathe for some reason. "Still he kil-killed innocent people?" I stammered. "Innocent people? Humans are the biggest evil you can ever face, Sasha. You might not have experienced it and that does not mean that the world roams around your experiences. People have different stories and their answer to that is different. He bears hatred for humanity, not because he is a lunatic, it's because they have done him wrong. Not one of them, all of them."

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

The one person who loved me is gone and I am alone again. I hate this world I was born in. I hate this world I was born in. Even when I managed to experience a new life where I wasn’t Aurelia I still managed to suffer in the end. Maybe it isn’t the world's fault, maybe it is my fault. I hate myself so much. I don’t want to remember this pain anymore. Just let me forget this pain and suffering like the coward I am. No matter how much I want to feel love… I will only suffer in the end…

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V We stayed in that position for a long time, Mom held me tightly also not letting go. Gradually she released me, Tears slipping from her eyes, she smiled at me; her happy expression was enough to cure me of all the age long hatred. Giving way for her love “I am sorry, I spoke to you that way. I always thought you did not want me.” “Ohh darling. You are not in the wrong for hating me. I was to blame for that. I put my career above your well-being; even my marriage is in shambles because of it.”

“I hate what he did. And what he didn’t do. I hate that he looked away. That he chose himself. That he let my mother Rüya die.” The air thickened. “But that’s not the fear,” Libra murmured. “That is only the wound.” My breath stuttered. “I’m afraid,” I continued, my voice shaking now, “that if I stop hating him… then it means it didn’t matter. That her suffering didn’t matter. That everything just… disappears.” Libra stepped closer. “And if you keep hating him?” I clenched my jaw. “Then I become him,” I whispered. The world cracked.

My mom says you lost someone you cared about. That's why you're mad and depressed. Sorry. It hurts a lot to lose folks. I almost lost my mama and papa last week. "It was scary." "Get down from there, Sophie," Marcus's voice said from someplace. "That's not safe!" More dangerous than bombs?" Sophie looked at Dietrich. "If you blow up the theater, lots of people lose lots of people. Their mamas and papas and friends. Why would you want that? You know how bad it hurts." "Because..." Dietrich's voice wavered. "Because sometimes preventing greater suffering requires lesser suffering now."

Luke slowly shook his head. “No.” The figure looked at him. Luke’s voice stayed quiet. “But I think watching pain for so long made you forget the rest.” The figure’s eyes narrowed. “There is no ‘rest.’” Luke gestured toward the moving realities around them. “Yes there is.” A pause. “You just stopped seeing it.” The figure said nothing. Luke continued carefully now. “You keep talking about suffering like it erases everything else.” Another pause. “But people don’t love because they’re guaranteed happiness.”

“Do you ever wonder if we’re making everything worse?” Riven frowned. “Every day.” She looked surprised. “You do?” “I do.” He rested his hands on the stone wall overlooking the valley. “Sometimes I wonder if our choosing each other has become another excuse for people to hate.” He looked toward the camps below. “But then I remember something.” “What?” “Hate doesn’t need an excuse.” “It only needs permission.” Elara was silent. “And if we let fear decide our choices,” he continued, “then the people who built this hatred have already won.”