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|And she herself really wanted to go to her father. She could not hate him, even |
when he was crudest to her. Hatred does not always beget hatred. She doubted
that her father hated her. She surely did not hate him. She no longer hated
|If you hate your enemies, you will contract such a vicious habit of mind as by |
degrees will break out upon those who are your friends, or those who are
indifferent to you. — Plutareh. The madness of the heart. — Byron. Cruelty is
|Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.” – |
Martin Luther King Jr. “Hatred is the cowardʼs revenge for being intimidated.” –
George Bernard Shaw “Hatred is the madness of the heart” – Lord Byron “Love ...
|Learn the tenderness from your heart, it runs faster when you are in trouble, but it |
does not stop when you are completely in peace. Tag: learn, tenderness, heart,
faster The fall oflove is unlike falling in love, because one cannot unlove a rooted
|I want to look more closely at the prison-house of the language of love lying at the |
heart of madness that is violence. ... like the ramshackle walls, their hatred, their
blindness', she indicts the militias who went on an unstoppable killing spree.
|His hatred emanated throughout his body, as he stood from the desk. The room |
spun faster and faster, causing his heart to pound against his chest. He had to
end it. He had to finish the job. He raced out of the den and into the kitchen.
|This is the story of a small group of soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division’s fabled 502nd Infantry Regiment—a unit known as “the Black Heart Brigade.” Deployed in late 2005 to Iraq’s so-called Triangle of Death, a veritable ...|
|And the icy cold pressed upon my heart, as if flames of ice were suffocating me. I |
had trouble breathing. My hatred for Helena, and even more, for Abel—and
hatred it was, a cold hatred whose roots choked my heart—had become like a ...
|My emotional hatred went beyond words; I didn't want to keep polishing, “in case |
it will infuse hatred into the stone! ... feeling how my ideal of “caritas” was
tumbling down because caritas was nothing without a warmth of the heart; “and I
|In Herman MelvilleÍs classic tale of revenge, Ishmael tells his story of becoming a whaler on the Pequod. When Ishmael and his unexpected friend Queequeg join Captain AhabÍs hunt for Moby Dick, the voyage of a lifetime turns into tragedy.|