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Hatred And Bitterness Quotes

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“Why the difference? We are one! Yes, we are one! We are one because we breathe the same air no matter where we go! Just as the fingers lean on the same hand for survival, so are we! God knew why He created the fingers with spaces! We are one! Let us not harm ourselves just because you don’t understand me and I don’t understand you! Let us miss misunderstanding, and we shall surely see that understanding! We are one! Just as the fingers come together to feed the same stomach that gives the hand they all stand on strength, so are we! When it is time for work, some of the fingers are very active and some stay dormant, but they all receive the same nutrient from the body! When it is time for thumbs-up, the thumb rises for the approval and glory and all other fingers come together in support of it! All the fingers have their own unique function that is vital for the good functioning of the hand! Let one finger get hurt, and you shall see how the others would never be comfortable! We are separated for a purpose, and we are one for a purpose! The glory of the thick forest is not in how the trees stand alone when you have a closer view, but how it looks so beautiful like a canopy from a distance! The difference is in how we see it! The difference is in how we understand it! Hello, we are one! The love of God is for all!”
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Riccardo Bruni
“He was going to hurt the people he hated, but inside he didn't feel any real sense of satisfaction. He hated them all the more for having made him feel so small, so petty and mean, which was all he felt just then. But it wasn't enough to stop him.”
Riccardo Bruni, The Lion and the Rose

“Hate corrodes the fibrous material of the self. The presence or absence of the emotions of love and hate acts a catalytic accelerant upon the essential fullness, content, and continuity of the developing self.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Bhuwan Thapaliya
“No matter how nice you are, sometimes people hate you for nothing at all. They just hate you. But it’s what you do next that makes your life tranquil. Hate back? That will never give you peace. It doesn’t give anyone peace.”
Bhuwan Thapaliya, Our Nepal, Our Pride

William S. Burroughs
“Moor was a thin young man with blond hair that was habitually somewhat long. He had pale blue eyes and very white skin. There were dark patches under his eyes and two deep lines around the mouth. He looked like a child, and at the same time like a prematurely aged man. His face showed the ravages of the death process, the inroads of decay in flesh cut off from the living charge of contact. Moor was motivated, literally kept alive and moving, by hate, but there was no passion or violence in his hate. Moor's hate was a slow, steady push, weak but infinitely persistent, waiting to take advantage of any weakness in another. The slow drip of Moor's hate had etched the lines of decay in his face. He had aged without experience of life, like a piece of meat rotting on a pantry shelf.”
William S. Burroughs, Queer

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Chances are that there are white people who brag about being the first to move out of a suburb that has been intruded by blacks.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana