A Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Grudges seldom hurt anyone except the one bearing them. — © Sherrilyn Kenyon
Grudges seldom hurt anyone except the one bearing them.
I'm the world's worst bearer of grudges. I'm sure I'll be bearing grudges and paying off old scores on my death-bed.
The reason for forgiving your enemies is not for their benefit but for your own benefit. Holding grudges against other people doesn’t hurt them; doesn’t even bother them much - in fact, even pleases them if they are still mad at you. It is not in your enlightened self-interest to hold grudges, regardless of whether it bothers the person you hate or not.
Horses have never hurt anyone yet, except when they bet on them.
We seldom praise anyone in good earnest, except such as admire us.
May we never risk the life of our souls by being resentful or by bearing grudges.
I believe that life is short, and there is too much time wasted bearing grudges, and I like to move on.
In wider spaces, people bearing historical grudges with each other were separated by the muting qualities of distance.
I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.
I am not alone in bearing grudges against reviewers who have doomed a book's chances because they've missed the point, the tone, everything.
Irish Alzheimer's: you forget everything except the grudges
With any kind of mean girl, or anyone who bullies anyone, there's always a reason for it. There is that sadness in them or insecurity that makes them feel like they need to act out or hurt other people.
At some point you have to forget about grudges because they only hurt.
The mainstream usually follows trends, it seldom sets them except for a few films.
I never let anyone lose their self-respect and make them wait in my office, or hurt them with my words, thoughts or actions. I give my e-mail address to anyone who seeks me out. I ask them to send me their work, and if I like it, I give them an opportunity.
Lydia: Strange how you always remember the pain someone gave you, but seldom the hurt you caused them.
I wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone in this whole world. I wouldn't hurt them physically or emotionally, how then can people so consistently do it to me? Even my parents treat me like I'm stupid and inferior and ever short. I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.
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