We hate most in others what we dislike in ourselves.
Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.
Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.
Is this a private fight, or can anyone join?
Because everything worth having hurts.
People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.