Quotes About Resentment

You know what family values means, that's hating the same people your grandfather hated.

They hold a grudge like it was their family treasure.

Nothing makes us angrier than the fear that some pleasure is being enjoyed by others but forever denied to us.

Now I know it's because somewhere in my mind, I still harboured hatred and fear for that man, so it was just easier to erect the brick wall and never look back.

Many people's lives are fueled by the things they have yet to get over, trying to prove things to people who have already moved on.

Forgiveness is giving up your craving to hurt them for hurting you. It doesn't mean you're erasing the past, or forgetting what happened. It means you're letting go of the resentment and pain, and instead choosing to learn from the incident and move forward with your life and hopefully move forward with your relationship too.

Remember... people only rain on your parade because they're jealous of your sun and tired of their shade.

The moment you raised your sword, I felt that deep, innate loathing ignite within my core¦the unreserved resentment of human nature. You were the very embodiment of the loathing that dwells deep inside us. But I have to admit, we were once very much like you

Some people hate you because you're happy with your life. Some people hate you because they don't have a life.

You went out with my ex. Do you want my left over from lunch, too?

Without forgiveness life is governed by an endless cycle of resentment and retaliation.

When saying you forgive someone, then throw it in their face every chance you get. Isn't truly forgiving. Forgive but never forget.

Delete resentment in your heart. The person you're MAD at might have moved on, and they're not even thinking about you anymore. So, your anger isn't hurting them, it's hurting YOU.

I am tired of apologizing for the things I didn't do and to the people who don't deserve it.

I wanted you for nothing more, than hating you for what you were.

Obviously, we prefer to be praised rather than insulted and still more when a woman we love deceives us, what would we not give that it should be otherwise. But the resentment of the affront, the pain of the abandonment would in that event have been worlds we should never have known, the discovery of which, painful as it may be for the man, is precious for the artist. In spite of himself and of themselves, the mischievous and the ungrateful must figure in his work.

Hatred is inveterate anger.

Hatred is settled anger.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

My mother sighed, making me feel that I was placing an intolerable burden on her, and yet making me resent having to feel this weight. She looked tired, as she often did these days. Her tiredness bored me, made me want to attack her for it.

I was a jealous little she-reader; I resented pouring myself into the lives of hero-boys.

I have mood poisoning. Must be something I hate.

Family dinners are more often than not an ordeal of nervous indigestion, preceded by hidden resentment and ennui and accompanied by psychosomatic jitters.

Unforgiveness is the poison you drink every day hoping that the other person will die.