His hatred for all was so intense that it should extinguish the very love from which it was conceived. And thus, he ceased to feel. There was nothing further in which to believe that made the prospect of feeling worthwhile. Daily he woke up and cast downtrodden eyes upon the sea and he would say to himself with a hint of regret at his hitherto lack of indifference, 'All a dim illusion, was it? Surely it was foolish of me to think any of this had meaning.' He would then spend hours staring at the sky, wondering how best to pass the time if everything–even the sky itself– were for naught. He arrived at the conclusion that there was no best way to pass the time. The only way to deal with the illusion of time was to endure it, knowing full well, all the while, that one was truly enduring nothing at all. Unfortunately for him, this nihilistic resolution to dispassion didn’t suit him very well and he soon became extremely bored. Faced now with the choice between further boredom and further suffering, he impatiently chose the latter, sailing another few weeks along the coast , and then inland, before finally dropping anchor off the shores of the fishing village of Yami. Ashim Shanker
I have decided to stick to love... Hate is too great a burden to bear.
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Unknown
Hate the sin, love the sinner.
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Mahatma Gandhi
The opposite of love is not hate, its apathy, when you simply don't bother about that person!
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Amish Tripathi
Hate is... It's too easy. Love. Love takes courage.
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Hannah Harrington
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
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Euripides
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