Quotes about Hatred

I used to think that people who regarded everyone benignly were a mite simple or oblivious or just plain lax—until I tried it myself. Then I realized that they made it only look easy. Even the Berditchever Rebbe, revered as a man who could strike a rock and bring forth a stream, was continually honing his intentions. “Until I remove the thread of hatred from my heart,” he said of his daily meditations, “I am, in my own eyes, as if I did not exist.”

One moment it was there, another moment it is gone. One moment we are here, and another moment we have gone. And for this simple moment, how much fuss we make! How much violence, ambition, struggle, conflict, anger, hatred, just for this small moment! Just waiting for the train in a waiting room on a station, and creating so much fuss: fighting, hurting each other, trying to possess, trying to boss, trying to dominate - all that politics. And then the train comes and you are gone forever.

Holding anger is a poison...It eats you from inside...We think that by hating someone we hurt them...But hatred is a curved blade...and the harm we do to others...we also do to ourselves.

If everyone fell in love with someone from a group they hate the most, there would no longer be hatred in the world. They would either give in to that love or destroy themselves for feeling it.

Let me ask you to remember someday that I have told you that the hatred of evil strengthens evil, and opposition reinforces what is opposed. This is a law of an exactitude equal with the laws of mathematics.

If you and I are having a single thought of violence or hatred against anyone in the world at this moment, we are contributing to the wounding of the world.

 

The Iranian Girl

There's a hole in the ground
A moving of earth, now made
A sad depression
Where once she played in
Puddle-rain
Splashing with the joy that comes
From child-like feet

The sound is still here
In the air, the breeze yet carrying
The secret laughter
That haunts the waking hours of those
Who've lost the way

How vain to think that
Memory can be erased

All will remember
No one escapes

I wonder if she saw it
The moment before
Her hair still flying free
The metal catching that last
Pure glint of sun

Did she hear the explosion
That made no sense
Did she feel
Her body come apart
And fall like dust, too soon

Does anyone ask
Whatever she felt, whatever she dreamed
Her dreaming time is gone
And no lofty word of God or
Glory will ever make it right

Dare to listen and you will
Hear her
Dare to open your eyes and see

The Iranian girl
No different
Like you, like me.

War, hatred, and violence all spring from one infernal idea: that one person, race, creed, or culture is better than another.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.

"It will do us little good to wire the world if we short circut our souls. There is no delete button for racism, poverty, or sectarian violence. No key stroke can ever clean the air, save a river, preserve a forest. This transformational new technology must be an extension of our hearts as well as of our mind."

God thinks in balanced waves of light. His universal body is, therefore, in perfect balance. His entire universe does not vary in its balance by the weight of one electron. If there were the slightest variation in the balanced rhythms of God’s thinking – for even one moment – countless millions of lives on millions of planets in starry systems of His body would be snuffed out instantly and millions of years would elapse before life would again be possible upon those planets because of that momentary unbalance. Terrific eruptions upon nebulae and suns would transform them into entirely different intensities.
Yet that is exactly what happens to a man’s body when he becomes angry, or fearful, or hates another man. Our bodies are made up of countless miniature solar and starry systems exactly as God’s body is similarly constructed. If we upset the balance of their rhythmic motion, the wave-patterns become distorted and erupt with a violence measured by the intensity of the unbalanced emotion.
And that is not all, for an unbalanced and unrhythmic body is vulnerable to deadly microbes and other infections from which rhythmically balanced bodies are insulated.

The revelation of the secret of water will put an end to all manner of speculation or expediency and their excrescences, to which belong war, hatred, impatience and discord of every kind. The thorough study of water therefore signifies the end of monopolies, the end of all domination in the truest sense of the word and the start of a socialism arising from the development of individualism in its most perfect form. (1939)

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

Resistance to something was the law of New England nature; the boy looked out on the world with the instinct of resistance; numberless generations his predecessors had viewed the world chiefly as a thing to be reformed, filled with evil forces to be abolished, and they saw no reason to suppose that they had wholly succeeded in the abolition; the duty was unchanged. That duty implied not only resistance to evil, but hatred of it. Boys naturally look on all force as an enemy, and generally find it so, but the New Englander, whether boy or man, in his long struggle with a stingy or hostile universe, had learned also to love the pleasure of hating.
Politics, as a practice, whatever its professions, had always been the systematic organization of hatreds.

The Second Temple was destroyed because of causeless hatred. Perhaps the Third will be rebuilt because of causeless love.

A child does not have to be taught how to be happy or the ways of love.  It is fear, hatred, and prejudice that have to be taught.  And from the condition of the world we can see that unfortunately there are some very good teachers.

[The] path of self-purification is hard and steep. [One] has to become absolutely passion-free in thought, speech and action to rise above the opposing currents of love and hatred, attachment and repulsion. I know that I have not in me as yet that triple purity in spite of constant ceaseless striving for it. That is why the world's praise fails to move me, indeed it very often stings me. To conquer the subtle passions seems to me to be harder far than the physical conquest of the world by the force of arms.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable, even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.

The beginning of pride and hatred lies in worldly desire, and the strength of your desire if from habit. When an evil tendency becomes confirmed by habit, rage is triggered when anyone restrains you.

This wicked man Hitler, the repository and embodiment of many forms of soul-destroying hatred. this monstrous product of former wrongs and shame.

She [Sadie Thompson] gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer. "You men! You filthy dirty pigs! You're all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!"

You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.

1. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. 2. You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. 3. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. 4. You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer. 5. You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich. 6. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than your income. 7. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. 8. You cannot establish security on borrowed money. 9. You cannot build character and courage by taking away men's initiative and independence. 10. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.

A nation is a society united by delusions about its ancestry and by common hatred of its neighbors.

Heav'n hath no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.

An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind Barter that horn and every good By quiet natures understood For an old bellows full of angry wind?

All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

We must hate - hatred is the basis of communism. Children must be taught to hate their parents if they are not communists.

In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.