Quotes About Bitterness

and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows. a

Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.

I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice; and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you!

I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine: 'he's your son. Bu I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him. Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery! You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you--nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!

It was about grace, she decides, something that has been missing from her own life. ... She wants to be the kind of person who can bestow unearned kindness on another, replace bitterness with empathy, forgive only for the sake of forgiving.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall--the blind belief in fate, the whole things happening for a reason drill. But my personal favorite defense has always been anger, with its trusty offshoots of self-righteous indignation, bitterness, and resentment.

And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood.

Many people who have progressively lowered their personal standards in an attempt to win social acceptance and life's comforts bitterly resent those of philosophical bent who refuse to compromise their spiritual ideals and who seek to better themselves.

Faithfulness is the antidote to bitterness and confusion.

There was severe anger. There was severe disappointment. Endless hostility.

How did I get to be a grown-up? At times, I find myself still sitting on the hillside, plotting revenge against the adult world.

A ne petrece viaÈ›a regretând un sentiment pierdut nu ne dezvolt? capacitatea de a iubi, ci ne închide în faÈ›a unor noi emoÈ›ii, cultivându-ne am?r?ciunea. ÎnmugureÈ™te, oare, prietenia?

You are not permitted to kill a woman who has wronged you, but nothing forbids you to reflect that she is growing older every minute. You are avenged 1440 times a day.

The blessed time of my youth passes by, I pour out the wine of my oblivion. Bitter it is, and thus it pleases me. For this bitterness is the zest of my life.

That was what you got when you stayed up all night, talking to a teenager about his beloved older brother, who actually had succeeded in killing himself with his own fucking valor. That was what you got when you wandered around in a hospital, chased relentlessly by ghosts who all moaned terrible messages about being alone, forever alone, locked in a box, submerged in your own bitterness.

The man I loved would spit on my grave, and he'd make it stick.

Bad mind, bad heart.

felt resentful.

If you hold onto stuff, it holds on to you. It just weighs you down, and it's a waste of energy. Why would I waste my energy on being bitter and hating when I could be using it to go out and do some really good stuff, you know?

My childhood did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things.

My life as a child did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things.

I find myself bitter, defensive, and more misanthropic than I care to admit.

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.