Poisonous Emotions Quotes

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

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Oh, humiliation is poisonous. It's one of the deepest pains of being human.

A fit of anger is as fatal to dignity as a dose of arsenic is to life.

Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.

If you have an embarrassing story, and it's a source of shame, keeping it in just compounds the shame and turns the story into something poisonous. And if someone knows about it, then it can be used against you.

In reality, everything is within; the outer is just a projection. Fear is within you; it is projected as a hell. Hell is just a projected image on the screen - of the fear that is within you, of the anger, of the jealousy, of all that is poisonous in you, of all that is evil in you. Heaven is, again, a projected image on the screen - of all that is good and beautiful, of all that is blissful within you.

Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.

Bad temper is its own scourge. Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter. A man's venom poisons himself more than his victim.

Acrid bitterness inevitably seeps into the lives of people who harbor grudges and suppress anger, and bitterness is always a poison. It keeps your pain alive instead of letting you deal with it and get beyond it. Bitterness sentences you to relive the hurt over and over.

People go forward in life. Bitterness and grudges and resentments only poison it.

THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

Every time you get angry, you poison your own system.

This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.

Make peace with guilt. Guilt is a poisonous illusion. Many languages don't even have a word for guilt.

Bitterness is cancer - it eats upon the host. It doesn't do anything to the object of its displeasure.