He who forgets the hand that holds him becomes a stone underfoot in the end.
Cutting off blessings also cuts off gratitude; ingratitude burns and leaves ashes.
The caravan moves on; ingrates speak behind its back—but the roads remain open.

Those who cling like shadows vanish when the sun is gone.
Ingratitude is the poisoned seed nourished by love; its fruit is disappointment.
He who forgets the water you gave, what do you expect in thirst?

When kindness goes unrewarded, ingratitude takes root.
The tongue of an ingrate is sharper than a sword, wounding friendship.
Those who don’t appreciate kindness poison love.

Ingratitude is quietly locking the door of the heart.
He who forgets the value given loses the greatest value.
Ingratitude is the invisible hand that poisons friendship.

Those who avoid eye contact also forget gratitude.
Ingratitude is digging one’s own grave.
He who forgets what the hand gave breaks his own heart.
The words of an ingrate are like a snakebite; unexpected and venomous.
Those who cannot carry gratitude cannot bear life’s burdens.
Ingratitude is the greatest desert inside the human soul.
When kindness is met with ingratitude, winter comes to your garden.
Ingratitude is a poisonous snake in the garden of the heart.
Some forget the kindness they received and choose harsh words instead.
The ingrate tends to sell friendship.
Those who know gratitude also find life’s meaning.
Ingratitude turns friendships into smoke, leaving only ashes behind.
He who forgets what the hand gave loses his own way.
Ingratitude is the silent revenge of the soul.
Gratitude is the first key on the road to love; ingratitude closes the door.
Ingratitude is a black hole growing in the heart.
He who forgets what the hand gave also forgets the meaning of friendship.
Ingratitude is the greatest storm that destroys the bridge built with love