A Quote by Marianne Williamson

Unforgiveness is like drinking poison yourself and waiting for the other person to die. — © Marianne Williamson
Unforgiveness is like drinking poison yourself and waiting for the other person to die.
Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
Harboring unforgiveness is like drinking poison and hoping your enemy will die.
Unforgiveness is the poison you drink every day hoping that the other person will die.
A wise person once wrote, “Resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person would die.” But the only one dying is ourselves.
Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
In fact, not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.
I know from personal experience how damaging it can be to live with bitterness and unforgiveness. I like to say it's like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die. And it really is that harmful to us to live this way.
It's like they take poison and then hope for the other person to die.
My dad always told me that holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die.
To not forgive is to drink a little poison each day and expect the other person to die.
Charles had once remarked that holding onto a resentment was like eating rat poison and waiting for the rat to die.
Going to the office of some stranger and waiting in a line, in a hallway, with five other guys who look just like you, waiting your turn to go in and embarrass yourself, and then waiting around for feedback, which never comes. I really like that. For a young artist, it seems like the perfect thing to be doing, humiliation, over and over and over and over. Which I'm sure can't be the way that some people look at it, but I thought that was so great. The point of it is if you make your own stuff you don't have to deal with other people's bullshit.
Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.
Not forgiving somebody is like drinking poison and hoping that the offender will get sick.
Die - you will have to die. But die gracefully. I am not saying die like a stoic, I am not saying die like a very controlled man. No, I'm saying die gracefully, beautifully, as if a friend is coming, knocks at your door, and you are happy. And you embrace the friend and invite him in, and you have been waiting for him so long.
I’ll wait for you. Come back. The words were not meaningless, but they didn’t touch him now. It was clear enough - one person waiting for another was like an arithmetical sum, and just as empty of emotion. Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached. Waiting was a heavy word.
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