Hate Leads To Suffering Quote Novels & Stories

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

I stood there alone, my eyes roaming unconsciously as I thought about what I just said wouldn't end for the worst. My analysis must be correct. It would be best for the both of us. Sean Lanter, If hatred can bring us happiness, then I'd love to be its prey.

"I understand Mike but you know that for a it takes quite long for a pain to heal. She doesn't hate you brother. She might be just afraid of maybe scared. I don't know if she loves you but she doesn't at all hate you brother. I think she is just afraid of facing what you made her pass through all over again. "If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship.

I don't deserve the pain and sorrow that I am passing through. I am not to blame. Luther is solely to blame for what I am passing through. Perhaps, my only fault is disobeying my parents when they warned me severally not to go to the crop field at night. How then can I be the only one to suffer when the one who caused my misfortune is happily living his life? No, I refuse to be the only one to suffer. Luther must suffer as well and his suffering must be far greater than mine. I will destroy his life the way he has destroyed mine. I vowed as my eyes blazed with anger.

The drug slowly and slowly calming my senses making me realise that the war will not be easy but I can't give up on this so easily. Niccolo Machiavelli quoted, "if an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."

Donald cries saying "I used to hate that kid, I did, then I realized, we were blaming the kids for the sin of their parents, I didn't want to do that, I wanted to change things, I want to be different." predubezhdeniye says "What can be different? My father was black, he's dead for marrying my mother, my mother is dead, Why bother doing anything you told me when no one loves us either?!" _ Donald says to predubezhdeniye "To love is not to be loved alone, just because they hate does not give us the right to hate, we love when no one wants to love us!" predubezhdeniye says "I wish the Russians and blacks of this town didn't have that war."

“I know this isn’t the underworld and as for your other question, I brought you here for some sightseeing. Haven’t I told you?” “What does this have to do with Reid and Maddie?” Hades let out a knowing smile. “I think you already have an idea as to what I am going to show you.” She swallowed hard. Her mind was racing. She doesn’t know what to think—she wanted to think of something else other than the fact that Hades might have brought her here for a different kind of torture. “The cause of every suffering is denial,” he said and she looked at him, puzzled. “What?”

The cold faction remained calm. “Emotion also causes war, violence, and self-destruction.” “Yes,” I whispered immediately. The honesty rippled painfully through the network. “Yes, it does.” Nathan looked at me quietly. Understanding what I was doing. You couldn’t fight truth with denial. Only with deeper truth. I looked toward the emotionless consciousness layers. “You think removing emotions will remove suffering,” I whispered. The cold threads pulsed softly. “Correct.” My throat tightened painfully. “But suffering isn’t the worst thing humans are capable of.”

he said. “You are.” “I’m supposed to have answers.” “You will.” “When?” The vulnerability in that single word made my throat tighten. I brushed my thumb along his cheek. “You’re allowed to be tired,” I said gently. “You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed.” His eyes searched mine, as if asking permission. “I hate that they suffered,” he whispered. “I hate that they were enslaved. That they probably thought no one was coming.” My heart clenched painfully. “They didn’t die forgotten,” I said firmly. “Not to us.”

he replied "And for that, you are going to let the whole pack suffer, we are suffering everywhere and now because of me you are suffering more, and you want the pack to suffer along with us?" I asked in disbelief, as much as I hate the stupid custom and as much as I hate Vincent Austin Pearson right now, I would never want my family and pack to suffer because I was selfish