Quotes About Bitterness

Kto nie dozna? goryczy ni razu, Ten nie dozna s?odyczy w niebie.

Bo?e! Co? mi rozkaza? spe?ni? kielich ?ycia I zbyt wielki, zbyt gorzki da?e? mi do picia, Je?li wzgl?dów twojego mi?osierdzia godna Cierpliwo??, z któr? gorycz wychyli?em do dna, Jedynej, lecz najwi?kszej ?miem ??da? nagrody: Pob?ogos?aw wnukowi – niechaj umrze m?ody!

Mina estaba sentada, hermosa y pálida como la primera nieve que a veces, en otoño, besa las últimas flores y que pronto se fundirá en un agua amarga.

I know you are reading this poem which is not in your language guessing at some words while others keep you reading and I want to know which words they are. I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn between bitterness and hope turning back once again to the task you cannot refuse. I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else left to read there where you have landed, stripped as you are.

People say you should read your criticism because it will make you a better person but it doesn't. It just makes you a sad bitter old showbiz nightmare.

I think my comedy, the put-downs I do to hecklers, are the accumulated bitterness of years of people feeling that it's perfectly acceptable to make a comment on your appearance when they don't even know you.

They say that this lot is bitterest: to recognize the good but by necessity to be barred from it.

Very distasteful is excessive fame To the sour palate of the envious mind, Who hears with grief his neighbours good by name, And hates the fortune that he ne?er shall find.

With the first kiss his mouth will taste of wormwood.

I think you look on death as your friend,' she murmured. 'It is a strange friend for a young man to have.' 'The only faithful friend in all the world,' he said bitterly. 'Death is the only one sure to be at your side.

Holding a grudge doesn't make you strong, it makes you bitter

To know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.

Too much to lament a misery is the next way to draw on a remediless mischief.

Goodbye, goodbye, I hate the word. Solitude has long since turned brown and withered, sitting bitter in my mouth and heavy in my veins.

But how can I know that there is no bitterness left? I would reply: (1) when there is no desire to get even or punish, (2) when I do or say nothing that would hurt their reputation or future, and (3) when I truly wish them well in all they seek to do. 9

Your lips are bitter-sweet with the taste of my wine of pain.

Yet I believe, as I say, that it was precisely this underhand act that gave birth to her vitriol, for people are at their least forgiving when they themselves have been underhand, as though they would exact their innocence from you at any price.

I never forget. I never forgive. I can wait. I find it very easy to harbor a grudge. I have scores to settle.

Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I would wake up in Moscow or somewhere else, my heart beating fast, feeling bitter and helpless.

What a bitter, bitter thing is the service of Satan, even in this world!

I was briefly bitter.

I just want to be clear, I am a very dark and bitter person, but I think on some level, everything really does come when it's meant to come.

The way things have gone in my life, sure, I could have been a bitter person. But I just find bitter people really un-fun, you know? And who wants to be that person?