A Quote by Nelson Mandela

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies. — © Nelson Mandela
Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.
Hanging on to a resentment, someone once said, is like drinking poison and hoping it will kill someone else.
Harboring unforgiveness is like drinking poison and hoping your enemy 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.
Not forgiving somebody is like drinking poison and hoping that the offender will get sick.
Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.
Resentment is like taking poison in hopes that your enemy will die.
Hate wears you down and doesn’t hurt your enemy. It’s like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die.
Resentment is like a glass of poison that a man drinks; then he sits down and waits for his enemy to die.
Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it's not poison.
I ask you to try something. If someone grieves you, or dishonors you, or takes something of yours, then pray like this: "Lord, we are all your creatures. Pity your servants, and turn them to repentance," and then you will perceptibly bear grace in your soul. Induce your heart to love your enemies, and the Lord, seeing your good will, shall help you in all things, and will Himself show you experience. But whoever thinks evil of his enemies does not have love for God and has not known God.
Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.
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.
I do sing about drinking, but it's in a party way. I don't sing about drinking in a drowning-my-sorrows way, like in George Jones's "If Drinking Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)."
In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood. Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it's not poison; and we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning: living, as we do, in the middle.
Never allow sick attitudes to poison your thinking, nor let ill will make you ill. Avoid making your mind sore by that painful rehurting called resentment.
Followers of the Way [of Chán], if you want to get the kind of understanding that accords with the Dharma, never be misled by others. Whether you're facing inward or facing outward, whatever you meet up with, just kill it! If you meet a buddha, kill the buddha. If you meet a patriarch, kill the patriarch. If you meet an arhat, kill the arhat. If you meet your parents, kill your parents. If you meet your kinfolk, kill your kinfolk. Then for the first time you will gain emancipation, will not be entangled with things, will pass freely anywhere you wish to go.
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