There is next to nothing that can be accomplished by anger that can’t better be accomplished by love to a greater purpose. There’s nothing that needs anger to be accomplished that can’t better be accomplished by love with a more lasting impact.
It is no strain of metaphor to say that the love of God and the wrath of God are the same thing, described from opposite points of view. How we shall experience it depends upon the way we shall come up against it: God does not change; it is man’s moral state that changes. The wrath of God is a figure of speech to denote God’s unchanging opposition to sin; it is His righteous love operating to destroy evil. It is not evil that will have the last word, but good; not sorrow, but joy; not hate, but love.
I never blame anyone for the size of their brain, But I do think each person is responsible for the size of their heart. And when one sacrifices the integrity of their own heart to foolishess, they also lose intelligence. Racism is the ultimate expression of a heartless fool.
Nothing that we despise in other men is inherently absent from ourselves. We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or don’t do, and more in light of what they suffer.
Hate doesn’t always show up as hate in one’s heart. It begins as a seemingly cuddly little cub known as offense, which tells him or her how great he is and that the entire world hates him. As the cub is allowed to grow, it turns into an untameable beast known as hate which turns on everyone, including the keeper who coddled it and fed it. Be wary of what you entertain within your soul.
It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.
Hate is as all-absorbing as love, as irrational, and in its own way as satisfying. As lovers thrive on the presence of the beloved, haters revel in encounters with the ones they hate. They confirm them in all their darkest suspicions. They add fuel to all their most burning animosities. The anticipation of them makes the hating heart pound. The memory of them can be as sweet as young love.
The major difference between hating and loving is perhaps that, whereas to love somebody is to be fulfilled and enriched by the experience, to hate somebody is to be diminished and drained by it. Lovers, by losing themselves in their loving, find themselves, become themselves. Haters simply lose themselves. Theirs is the ultimately consuming passion.
We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people, but for the appalling silence of the good people.
None of us wants to admit that we hate someone… When we deny our hate we detour around the crisis of forgiveness. We suppress our spite, make adjustments, and make believe we are too good to be hateful. But the truth is that we do not dare to risk admitting the hate we feel because we do not dare to risk forgiving the person we hate.