Quotes About Bitterness

You cannot enjoy my sweetness and refuse to enjoy my bitterness when arise.

A bitter heart is never thankful & a thankful heart is never bitter.

When I liked something I tasted it hesitantly, furtively, as though it were extremely bitter.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

For thirty millennia, three thousand years on Rathillien alone, the Kencyrath had fought the long retreat from world to world, down the Chain of Creation, waiting for their god to manifest himself through them in final battle. Chosen they were and proud, but bitter, too, over long delay, and angry that, the task being set, their god had apparently left them to accomplish it alone.

He was greedy and rude and bitter, but he was still a healer. The parson, though, what was he? He was nothing . Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits. And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most. He believed selfishly and fearfully. And it took the lives of his daughters.

Sí, es como la vida misma- replicó ella-. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.

Están las cosas tan mal como parece? ¿O me he vuelto viejo, como mi padre, y a todo le encuentro un sabor amargo comparado con cuando era niño?

Es amarga. —Así sabes que es una medicina —dije—. Si tuviera buen sabor, sería un caramelo. —Sí, es como la vida misma —replicó ella—. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.

Algunas eran amargas; otras, dulces. Algunas no eran prácticamente nada. Así es como son las cosas.

Dio un pisotón. Deseó que aquella cosa glotona tuviera diarrea durante una semana. Deseó que se cagara de arriba abajo y de abajo arriba, y que luego se cayera por una grieta y perdiera su nombre y se muriese sola y vacía y hueca en la oscuridad furiosa.

Es como la vida misma [...]. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.

And finally - he was neither able nor willing to prevent it - the self-loathing dammed up inside him spilled over and gushed out, gushed out of glaring eyes that grew ever grimmer, angrier, beneath the rim of his cap, flooding the outside world as perfect, vulgar hate.

So weak, so little left, time running out. I will be robbed of my old age. I try not to feel bitter about it, but sometimes I can't help myself. Life is shit, I know, but the only thing I want is more life, more years on this godforsaken earth.

All wars leave a legacy of bitterness and hatred, but internecine conflicts create the deepest scars. There is something different about such intrafamilial conflicts. People who once were part of one national family divide, define each other as the hateful enemy, and aim for the jugular. On both sides of an internecine conflict there is a feeling of betrayal, a sense that those who were brothers or sisters have been traitorous to their commitments or to the nation [1].

Harboring bitterness against people is actually confessing their sin to myself, over and over again. Anger is akin to confessing their sin to God, dissatisfied that he hasn't done something and placing myself in his position as judge.

The real burdens of suffering are made significantly more difficult when you carry them in a heart spiritually weakened by bitterness.

The problem with secret crushes: in the absence of requital the love turns bitter.

In addition, forgiveness is crucial to deliverance from the Evil One, because a bitter heart gives him a foothold in our lives.

Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being the helpless prey of impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, and crowning injury inflicts upon him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

Don't let resentment and bitterness rob you of happiness. - Mr. Morrison, Humane Society volunteer

The archers attacked him with bitterness; they aimed at him in hostility.

and made their lives bitter with hard labor in brick and mortar, and with all kinds of work in the fields. Every service they imposed was harsh.