Hate Leads To Suffering Quote Novels & Stories

It was the smile of a woman who knew exactly what she was capable of. “He thinks love makes him right,” I said. “He thinks because he loved my mother, because he suffered, because he lost… that gives him the right to judge everyone else. He thinks his pain equals justice. He doesn’t understand that pain can make you wise, yes. But it can also blind you. It can turn you into the very thing you claim to hate.”

“But those feelings pass. Because we remember why we chose. Why did we sacrifice? Why we endured. And we see the result. See the pack thriving. See children growing. See joy existing because we held the line. And that makes the suffering worthwhile. Makes the pain bearable. Makes the sacrifice meaningful.” “I do not know if I could do that. Do not know if I could suffer for others. Do not know if I could endure pain so strangers could be happy.” Hope’s light flickered uncertainly. “Does that make me selfish? Does that make me unworthy? Does that make me wrong?”

Nathan grips his lower arm tightly. “F**k!” Nikka cursed, and hardly calming herself. “Why they put us in a one-room with him!” Cederick then said, “The reason behind, you might ask Zitrey on your own, on why I really hate her.” This time Yui said earnestly, “Hate can only cost harm. On whatever it is, it is not an excuse to make you harm someone. You were eaten by your own emotion, you let your emotion control you.”

"Payback is a bitch." "You will abandon your fight for justice just because you hate me so much and you want to see me suffer?" I questioned in surprise, as if I hadn't already gotten the answer I needed. "I will gladly be raped till death, if it guarantees your eternal suffering!" Bisi spat in so much bitterness that had me enthralled. I gasped unnecessarily and took two steps backward. "So much hate, Olabisi. So much hate for something I couldn't control… why?" I whispered in sadness.

“Please stop saying all those horrible things in front of my daughter.” Evalie whimpered, burying her face in my stomach. I pushed on, the words spilling faster, hotter. “I understand you hate me, but that doesn’t give you the right to do what you’re doing right now. And in case you’ve forgotten, everything you went through was the consequence of your own actions. All the suffering you endured, you brought it on yourself!”

“It doesn’t justify anything you’ve done. It doesn’t change the fact that you’ve killed people, even those that had nothing to do with what happened to you.” “They must all suffer!” she shouted, eyes sparkling with rage. “If I can’t find happiness in this world, then no one can.” “Even if you kill us all, it won’t bring him back. Have you ever stopped for one moment to ask yourself what he’d think of you if he saw you like this? I don’t think he’d be very happy that the woman he’d given his life for was out here murdering what was left of his family.”

It was right, the humans did that and so much more to him. So this was what he meant by saying he would make me suffer his pain? Saying he would bring back the slave girl was just a lure and a bait which I fell for. Granted, I felt pity for what he had gone through because I have now experienced it first hand and I know how it feels. But that didn't stop me from conceiving a hate far greater than any I have ever had for Zahir.

"You also don't know how miserable it was to be left alone as a child, to be entrusted to a man who wasn't even your real father and to be mocked that your mother was a prostitute. I suffered too, not just you, Isabela." "You can solve your problem with your lover, curse him and end it there. You don't need to curse his innocent offspring." What the hell if she ends up knowing my life. At least she can think that she's not the only one suffering in this world. Everyone else has their own struggles too. But that doesn't mean that because they suffer, they have the right to hurt others. That kind of thinking is not right at all. It was completely wrong. "He is their offspring, their child. Jus

“Compared to them, you are nothing. No, you are less than nothing.” I shouldn’t be, but I’m startled by the vitriol of his words. I should be used to it, but I’m not. I’m speechless, processing, not coming up with a reply. I won’t cry for him. I won’t beg. I won’t apologize. But I will stare and wonder how so much hate can live in one person without driving them insane. What kind of life does he live, to carry that around? Then I pity him. Someone who only wants destruction doesn’t know how to build.

I listened to her quote. "So you achieve things the easier way by hating people?" I asked baffled. "Who does not love an easy life?" She shrugged nonchalantly. We got to the fence and I began dislocating some bricks. "Hating is like burning your house to get rid of a rat. Quite easy, is it not?" I asked. "That is plain stupid," she said flatly. I shrugged as I removed the last block, "That is what you and your Grandma are. No offense."