Terry Brooks Quotes

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.

It is human nature to hate the man whom you have hurt.

Malice hath a strong memory.

The hater always suffers more than the object of his hatred.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

Wretched are those who are vindictive and spiteful.

Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.

It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.

This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps his wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.

Unforgiveness is like drinking poison yourself and waiting for the other person to die.

Resentment is the poison we drink, hoping it will hurt others.

I suppose I could let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, yadda yadda. But where's the fun in that? These pretty little bitches got everything I ever wanted, and now I'm going to make sure they get exactly what they deserve. Does that make me sound awful? Sorry, but as every pretty little liar knows, sometimes the truth's ugly-and it always hurts. I'll be watching.... Mwah! -A

If you could kick the posterior of the person who has hurt you the most, ...you wouldn't be able to sit down for six weeks.

The word resentment means to re-feel...to feel again. Someone wrongs or wounds you; in resenting it, you re-feel the injury. And you re-hurt yourself. The Hebrew Talmud says that a person who bears a grudge is "Like one who, having cut one hand while handling a knife, avenges himself by stabbing the other hand."

Forgiveness is too easy. I can forget by indifference, but not forgive. I prefer revenge.

Whom they have injured they also hate.

Little vicious minds abound with anger and revenge and are incapable of feeling te pleasure of forgiving their enemies.

When we have been badly injured and clearly wronged, we make an instant caricature of the person who did it to us. We define him totally by the one wrong he did.

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

To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred.

You'll never get ahead of anyone as long as you try to get even with him.

To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.