A Quote by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes. — © Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.
I detect more good than evil in humanity. Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, And men grow better as the world grows old.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.
Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.
What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?
Putting pen to paper lights more fire than matches ever will
One can write out of love or hate. Hate tells one a great deal about a person. Love makes one become the person. Love, contrary to legend, is not half as blind, at least for writing purposes, as hate. Love can see the evil and not cease to be love. Hate cannot see the good and remain hate. The writer, writing out of hatred, will, thus, paint a far more partial picture than if he had written out of love.
Christmas is more than trees and twinkling lights, more than toys and gifts and baubles of a hundred varieties. It is love. It is the love of the Son of God for all mankind. It is magnificent and beautiful.
Though jealousy be produced by love, as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love as ashes smother the flame.
The same wind that extinguishes a light can set a brazier on fire.
To be a fashion critic is easy because you just say, 'I love it, I hate it,' but life is more than love and hate.
We learn more when we hate than when we love, because hate is eternally awake, but love is everlastingly asleep.
There was always a love-hate relationship with New York in the rest of the country, but I made them feel more love than hate.
Love is a word that is constantly heard, Hate is a word that is not. Love, I am told, is more precious than gold. Love, I have read, is hot. But hate is the verb that to me is superb, And Love but a drug on the mart. Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
But, when you have to resort to turntables, trick lights, flashing lights, fire and all that, you're actually saying, I need this because what I do is not all that together.
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