Iris Johansen Quotes

Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. It is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. It can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr.Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the most difficult think in the world to shake off.

In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.

When our hatred is too alive puts us below what we hate.

Hatred is nothing but a form of cancer, and it will eat you up.

If you have rage and righteously act it out and blame it all on others, it's really you who suffers. The other people and the environment suffer also, but you suffer more because you're being eaten up inside with rage, causing you to hate yourself more and more

Hate smolders and eventually destroys, not the hated but the hater.

That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total. Hatred is a high tower. In the Wilds, I start to build, and to climb.

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.

There is something to that old saying that hate injures the hater, not the hated.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man.

Bitterness kills the soul.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

Anger, jealousy, impatience, and hatred are the real troublemakers, with them problems cannot be solved.

I know very well that I have no reason to feel aggrieved - I am fully aware of how lucky I am, but knowing it and still being down makes me hate myself all the more.

A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.

I know that you cannot hate other people without hating yourself.

Hatred is a death wish for the hated, not a life wish for anything else.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

If I wanted to punish an enemy, it should be by fastening on him the trouble of constantly hating somebody.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

If one lets fear or hate or anger take possession of the mind, they become self-forged chains.

The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.

Hatred is love frustrated.