Quote by Martin Luther King Jr.
By its very nature, hate destroys and tears down; by its very nature, love creates and builds up.
When you love that which is unnatural, a stronger appetite is created for the hurtful thing than the natural desire for what is harmless.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.
All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.
I love to work with my hands; to nail, to glue, to scour, to dig; all these satisfy a yearning in my nature for something substantial and honest.
In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.
I do not believe it is in our nature to love impartially. We deceive ourselves when we think we can love two beings, even our own children, equally. There is always a dominant affection.
We must know that we have been created for greater things, not just to be a number in the world, not just to go for diplomas and degrees, this work and that work. We have been created in order to love and to be loved.
If you ever loved me, don't rob me of my hate. It's all I have. (Edmond, The Count of Monte Cristo)
When you hate you feel miserable, when you love you feel wonderful, it's your choice.
At the end of the day, you can either focus on what's tearing you apart or what's holding you together.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new.
It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate in their object-relations.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.
Many men are loved by their enemies, and hated by their friends, and are the friends of their enemies, and the enemies of their friends.