Enid Blyton Quotes

There is no graceful way to carry hatred.

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Hatred is love frustrated.

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

Something my mum taught me years and years and years ago, is life's just too short to carry around a great bucket-load of anger and resentment and bitterness and hatreds and all that sort of stuff.

Hate is a very strong and heavy emotion, probably as strong as love. I don't think I can live with hatred. If something bad happens, you feel bad about it; you forgive and move on. There's no hatred.

Bitterness kills the soul.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

We don't stop loving people just because we hate them, but we don't stop hating them either.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

Love is a negative form of hatred.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

Hatred makes us all ugly.

I feel that part of my life's artwork is creatively dealing with all this negativity and anger and rage and hatred coming from whatever corners it's coming from and somehow manifesting all of that anger into something positive, which is such a hard job.

Frustration, discouragement, and depression mean you are working against yourself.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

When you choose not to forgive, the experience that you do not forgive sticks with you.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.

Anger and hatred are the real enemies that we must confront and defeat, not the 'enemies' who appear from time to time in our lives.

I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.

I hate Sunday, and I don't think I'll ever get over it. But I'm going to try.

Hate would destroy him who hated.