Pastoral Resources

Especially today as we fight the war on terror - against an enemy that represents hatred, extremism and stands behind no flag - we need to remember the sacrifices that have gone into protecting our flag.

Forget like a child any injury done by somebody immediately. Never keep it in the heart. It kindles hatred.

Any deviation is looked upon as a perversion, is feared, and is usually a target of hatred and prejudice.

Anger is a transient hatred; or at least very like it.

Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.

Suspicion and doubt lead to animosity and hatred.

The latest horror to hit the U.S. looks to have been caused by people of Middle Eastern origin, bearing Muslim names. Again, shame. This fuels more hatred for a religion and a people who have nothing to do with these events.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

Truth engenders hatred of truth. As soon as it appears, it is the enemy.

There are better ways we can transform this virulent hatred - by living our ideals, the Peace Corps, exchange students, teachers, exporting our music, poetry, blue jeans.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.

Thus, it was to seek true civilization and true justice for all the peoples of the world, and to view this as the destruction of personal freedom and respect is to be assailed by the hatred and emotion of war, and to make hasty judgments.

I shall strive not to be guilty of adding any fuel to the flames of hatred and passion which, if continued to be fed, promise to burn up whatever is left by the war of decent human feeling in Europe.

The basic dream of many Colombians is to have a secure nation, without exclusions, with equity, and without hatred.

When I recall my own path of life I cannot but speak of the violence, hatred and lies. A lesson drawn from such experiences, however, was that we can effectively oppose violence only if we ourselves do not resort to it.

The defense of our rights and our dignity, as well as efforts never to let ourselves to be overcome by the feeling of hatred - this is the road we have chosen.

To me, the black black woman is our essential mother, the blacker she is the more us she is and to see the hatred that is turned on her is enough to make me despair, almost entirely, of our future as a people.

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.

A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.