Quotes About Resentment

I am highly offended by the total lack of acknowledgement of my contribution to Laker success.

As with fascism, the rise of Islamic totalitarianism has partly to do with its populist appeal to the class resentments of an economically oppressed population and to anger at political subordination and humiliation.

La segunda tentación consistía en la amargura, en el propio abandono masoquista al odio, al sufrimiento y a un pesimismo sin barreras.

I feel only sorrow that I have failed to please. Sorrow-and not resentment-for my mother says that resentment is the most readily visible of all the sinful emotions, but sorrow can enhance one's sweetness and appeal. Resentment, the empress says, is like a snake that nests in the bosom, and it can turn and strike her who harbors it.

That is very true," replied Elizabeth, "and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine. I dare say I would've cut his throat had not the unmentionables distracted me from doing so.

My mother would disown you before you even joined the family. But not in the fun way where you never hear from her again. You'd still have to be around her. You'd just never be allowed to forget how you wronged her. It would be a life sentence.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

In me now there's a being of sheer hate, like an angel of hate.

From a character's mother in THE ROMANCE READER'S GUIDE TO LIFE: "Resentment is the poison you drink yourself hoping it will kill the other fellow.

A woman wronged is an enemy forever.

she had something I could not have, and so I resented her—but I realized the fault was mine and not hers.

The whole world is festering with unhappy souls: The French hate the Germans, the Germans hate the Poles' Italians hate Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch; and I don't like anybody very much!

Gwen hates me," she reminded him. "Don't be narcissistic. She hates everyone.

I hate her." "Yes. I know. In fact, I think the entire universe knows.

I resent almost all of the time I spend in front of the television, but I find 'The Only Way Is Essex' absolutely riveting.

You hide it well, but I can see it, Lord Verniers. You hate us. We have beaten you to obedience but it's still there, like dry tinder waiting for a spark.

Hope makes people good, a lot of the time. You hope for a brighter future, and resentment is outweighed.

She did not want it. She did not want all this again. How she wished he had not come.

No, she must not begin to doubt. She hated him. She hated him because he had brought turmoil into her life again. And emotion. And bitter regret for all that might have been. She hated him.

She was finding it increasingly painful to hate him.

She resented his knowing or his discovering. She felt intruded upon. Almost violated.

He always felt a pang of something—anger? bitterness? loneliness?—when he heard Christina laugh. She seemed able to do it with everyone except him.

He had not forgiven her and doubted that he ever would or could. And during his own brief visit to her and the meeting at last evening's ball she had shown no sign of wishing forgiveness.

Remove your hands from me, my lord, she said calmly. I have nothing to say to you, now or ever. I had never thought to hate anyone. But I believe I do hate you.