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Hatred ever kills, love never dies. Such is the vast difference between the two. What is obtained by love is retained for all time. What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred." - by Mohandas K. Gandhi -
Interpretation
What this quote means
Hatred is destructive while love is everlasting and enriching.
This quote by Gandhi highlights the fundamental contrast between love and hatred. Love fosters connection, growth, and preservation, while hatred leads to destruction and suffering. When one loves, the value and positivity of that love endure, whereas what is gained through hatred ultimately becomes a heavy burden that perpetuates more hatred, demonstrating its inherently negative and self-destructive nature.
Themes
HatredLoveDifferenceEnduranceBurden
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used during a discussion on the importance of love in building relationships.
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