I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via surbeat)
When I get really mad at somebody, I mean incandescently, vengefully mad, I wish for them to understand what they’ve done. People think that this is me being nice, but it’s not. It’s the cruelest thing I can come up with. Because if you live your life being a hurtful, hateful asshat, and then one day you wake up to a clear vision of how much damage you’ve done and how many people have suffered because of you, can you imagine living the rest of your life carrying that guilt?