Max Frisch Quotes

A Rattlesnake, if Cornered will become so angry it will bite itself. That is exactly what the harboring of hate and resentment against others is -- a biting of oneself. We think we are harming others in holding these spites and hates, but the deeper harm is to ourselves.

He who harbors hatred and bitterness injures himself far more than the one towards whom he manifests these evil propensities.

What do you get out of hating people, out of having this bitterness in your heart always?

Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.

Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.

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

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

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.

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

Bitterness kills the soul.

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.

When you hate, the only person that suffers is you because most of the people you hate don't know it and the rest don't care.

hate isn't healthy, it damages the hater more than the one who's hated!

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

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

I've known for years that resentments don't hurt the person we resent, but they do hurt us.

If you hate somebody, it's like a boomerang that misses its target and comes back and hits you in the head. The one who hates is the one who hurts.

I know from personal experience how damaging it can be to live with bitterness and unforgiveness. I like to say it's like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die. And it really is that harmful to us to live this way.

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

Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.

My hatred gives me strength.

I was just a kid then. But I won't forget. Nor will others. There's lots of people with reason to hate the Church.

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

Uncontrolled temper is soon dissipated on others. Resentment, bitterness, and self-pity build up inside our hearts and eat away at our spiritual lives like a slowly spreading cancer.

Hatred is one of the poisons; like jaundice, it alters the true colors of things.