Quotes About Grudge

He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.

Bitterness is like drinking rat poison and waiting for the rat to die.

If you hold a grudge, you doubt the Judge.

Brandon envisioned a world in which the loser of the Michigan–OSU game could find redemption. That's not how it works. That's not how any of this works. You lose the game, you fume for 364 days until you have an opportunity to right the wrongs. This is not a carnival fun ride. It's college fucking football.

Unforgiveness/bitterness is self-destructive i.e. it's harmful to you/oneself. So, say NO to bitterness/unforgiveness and say YES to happiness/forgiveness.

Unforgivingness/bitterness is self-destructive i.e. it's harmful to oneself or rather to your own self. Thus, say NO to bitterness and unforgivingness and then say YES to happiness and forgiveness.

Until you forgive all and sundry unconditionally and from your whole heart too. You are unforgiving and never forgiving.

Better than anyone I am able to forgive on the spot. My desire for revenge comes late, too late, when memory of the offense is fading and when, the incitation to action having become virtually nonexistent, I have only one recourse: to deplore my 'good feelings'.

This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.

At least you'll be alive to hate me.

If I catch Corey Graves on the street, I'm gonna do something to him. I ain't gonna do it at the office or the airport, but if I catch Corey Graves on the street, you see that little bouffant hairdo he got? I'm gonna rearrange it for him.

They hated Sammy Hagar for 12 years and they hate him to this day.

Kobayashi won't talk to me. He hates me.

Hatred is inveterate anger.

Spiritual Murder It may be an infinitely less evil to murder a man than to refuse to forgive him. The former may be the act of a moment of passion: the latter is the heart's choice. It is spiritual murder, the worst, to hate, to brood over the feeling that excludes, that, in our microcosm, kills the image, the idea of the hated.

Dashed if I didn't receive a letter from him this morning! Yes, and what's more, I had to pay sixpence for it, which I'd as lief not have done. It ain't that I grudge sixpence, but what I mean is, why the deuce should I have to give sixpence for a thing I'd as soon not have?

When you're actually boxing, unless it's a proper grudge match, it's less about beating the person up and more about being better within yourself. Being patient, timing things, like chess, so really, it's as much down to you as what the other person does - and that's life.

Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge.

I'm going to put that fucker in the dirt as deeply as any man who's ever been murdered, ever since the world began.

In 2013, a 59-year-old man named Alan Markovitz was upset at his ex-wife for cheating on him, bought a house next to hers and installed a giant $7,000 statue of a hand giving the finger aimed at her house.

The mind that becomes soiled in youth can never again be washed clean. I know this by my own experience, & to this day I cherish an unappeased bitterness against the unfaithful guardians of my young life, who not only permitted but compelled me to read an unexpurgated Bible through before I was 15 years old. None can do that and ever draw a clean sweet breath again on this side of the grave.

A feud is this way: A man has a quarrel with another man, and kills him; then that other man's brother kills him; then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the cousins chip in -- and by and by everybody's killed off, and there ain't no more feud. But it's kind of slow, and takes a long time.

People? People are chaotic quiddities living in one cave each. They pass the hours in amorous grudge and playback and thought experiment. At the campfire they put the usual fraction on exhibit, and listen to their own silent gibber about how they're feeling and how they're going down. We've been there. Death helps. Death gives us something to do. Because it's a fulltime job looking the other way.

Baby Kochamma grudged them their moments of high happiness when a dragonfly they'd caught lifted a small stone off their palms with its legs, or when they had permission to bathe the pigs, or they found an egg hot form a hen. But most of all, she grudged them the comfort they drew from each other. She expected from them some token unhappiness. At the very least.