Quotes About Resentment

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

jealousy wasn't a spice to me then. It was the whole meal and I was gagging it down.

Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you?

Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her.

But then she just got tired of hating him and started loving him again. It was easier.

They say it's good to let your grudges go, but I don't know, I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.

I'm the only one left holding a grudge. They say it's good to let your grudges go, but I don't know, I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.

Now here they were. She couldn't exactly say if Savannah had caught them on an upswing or a downswing, or if they'd finally found an equilibrium that would last them until death did them part. Sometimes it felt like their relationship ebbed and flowed over a day, or even a conversation. She could feel affection followed by resentment in the space of ten minutes.

My God, she despised spaghetti bolognese. Night after night after night, plate after plate after plate. The laundry, the ironing, the mopping, the sweeping, the driving. She'd never resented it at the time but now she resented every moment, every single bloody lamb chop.

He hated Harry for dumping his father even more than he hated him for cheating.

I hate you all. For no particular reason. I guess it's for the sympathy, the pity and understanding, but most of all, for the hope.

Never forgive. Never forget. That's my motto.

The thing is, I hate cooking," said Joy. The words rushed out of her mouth: traitorously, venomously. "You've no idea how much I hate cooking, and it just never ends, the cooking, night after night after bloody night. Each night at five o'clock, like clockwork, your father says, 'What's for dinner?' and I grit my teeth so hard I can feel it in my jaw.

I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.

You put up with little things … and then the little things gradually get bigger.

She was generally slightly resentful of people who made it obvious they didn't care less whether you liked them or not, because she herself was conscious of an unattractive need to please.

Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her. "Well,

Certainly, envy is no monopoly of the poor; it makes itself felt in all sections of society; it haunts the court, the library, the barrack-room, even the sanctuary; it is provoked in some unhappy souls by the near neighbourhood of any superior rank or excellence whatever.

Wish I never met ya I wouldnt want to be ya.

I hate old people. I hate anyone older than my mother, who didn't get to become old.

I hate Boston. Nothing but pain in Boston.

Forgiveness is the key that unlocks the door of resentment and the handcuffs of hate. Forgiveness breaks the chains of bitterness and the shackles of selfishness. While dying on the cross, Jesus said, "Forgive them" — the Roman soldiers, the religious leaders, his disciples who had fled in darkness, even you and me who have denied him so many times — "Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

I don't feel like playing anymore—all because of that stupid announcement. "Express your gratitude," they'd said. What they take: our rice, our language, our names. What they give: little rubber balls. I can't feel grateful about such a bad deal.

Sometimes things end worse for one side than the other. These 'injured parties' always seem to see themselves as victims of a moral outrage. They never feel simply rejected, but also abused. I've known many women who were great believers in the curative powers of indignation.