A Quote by Nelson Mandela

The path of those who preach love, and not hatred, is not easy. They often have to wear a crown of thorns. — © Nelson Mandela
The path of those who preach love, and not hatred, is not easy. They often have to wear a crown of thorns.
To wear the crown of peace, you must wear the crown of thorns.
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
The loudest voices both in the U.S. and abroad often are those that preach hatred and exclusion. But hatred and exclusion will not bring employment.
If old age means a crown of thorns, the trick is to wear it jauntily.
Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns, and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.
They gave our Master a crown of thorns, why do we hope for a crown of roses?
The only crown Jesus ever wore on earth was a crown of thorns.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.
A crown of roses is also a crown of thorns.
I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here What have I become My sweetest friend?
How could I bear a crown of gold when the Lord bears a crown of thorns? And bears it for me!
The strong hands of God twisted the crown of thorns into a crown of glory; and in such hands we are safe.
You cannot be Christ’s servant if you are not willing to follow him, cross and all. What do you crave? A crown? Then it must be a crown of thorns if you are to be like him. Do you want to be lifted up? So you shall, but it will be upon a cross.
Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders Far too many men dressed up as soldiers The lamb is brought to the ground Under the weight of the Crown A crown of thorns and dark deeds The swastika and the hammer and sickle Are symbols that reap only weeds
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?
I, ever knowing the living beings Who tread the Path and those who do not In response to those who may be saved Preach to them a variety of dharmas, Each time having this thought: 'How may I cause the beings To contrive to enter the Unexcelled Path and quickly to perfect the Buddha-body?'
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