Quotes About Bitterness

My reputation as a ladies' man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

and vinegar that makes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know—

Je vois personne sur la route, dit Alice. Comme je voudrais avoir d'aussi bons yeux, remarqua le roi d'un ton amer. Voir Personne! Et à cette distance encore! Moi, tout ce dont je suis capable de voir, sous cette lumière, c'est des gens!

without—Maybe it's always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,' she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, 'and vinegar that makes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know—

LAO LAO TANG PAVILION What place under heaven most hurts the heart? Laolao Ting, for seeing visitors off. The spring wind knows how bitter it is to part, The willow twig will never again be green.

They weren't protected by our own laws. They were on their own. Doesn't sound terribly American. On the contrary, it's very American, Will said bitterly

Despite its evils, bitterness holds many of us captive. Forgiveness is the only escape route out of this prison.

She went through the days silent and numb, coming alive only with hatred...

Then I added a dash of salt, which counteracts the natural bitterness of coffee

I hate how hard spiritual transformation is and how long it takes. I hate thinking about how many people have gone to church for decades and remain joyless or judgmental or bitter or superior.

The more spiritual a man desires to be, the more bitter does his present life become to him; because he sees more clearly and perceives more sensibly the defects of human corruption.

Bitterness block the sacred blessings.

I have come, more and more, to believe that the way we are in the world actually has an impact on the world. When we are respectful, joyous, grateful, engaged, the world responds to that in concrete ways. When we are angry and resentful, or selfish or bitter, things sour around us.

Communities tend to be guided less than individuals by conscience and a sense of responsibility. How much misery does this fact cause mankind! It is the source of wars and every kind of oppression, which fill the earth with pain, sighs and bitterness.

as Stevenson so mournfully put it, that is the bitterness of art: you see a good effect, and some nonsense about sense continually intervenes.

Bernard was duly grateful (it was an enormous comfort to have his friend again) and also duly resentful (it would be pleasure to take some revenge on Helmholtz for his generosity).

The seal of Reason, made impregnable: _ The seal of Truth, immeasurably splendid: The seal of Brotherhood, man's miracle: _ The seal of Peace, and Wisdom heaven-descended: The seal of Bitterness, cast down to Hell: _ The seal of Love, secure, not-to-be-rended: The seventh seal, Equality: that, broken, God sets His thunder and earthquake for a token.

El odio es ciego, la cólera aturdida y el que vierte la venganza corre el riesgo de beber un brebaje amargo

Ljubav je kapljica nebeske rose koju nebesa kanuše u kaljužu života da mu zaslade gorkost.

Charming people, when not actively shooting one another, a friend had once said, which was so unkind, but, like so many unkind comments, had a grain of truth in it. They did shoot one another and had been doing so for centuries. They did bicker over and brood on long-dead history--or history that should be long dead. The problem with history was that it refused to lie down and die.

El alma del que ha vivido y ha pensado no puede por menos que despreciar a la gente. A aquel que es sensible le atormenta la visión de los días irrevocables; ya no conoce el placer; la víbora del recuerdo y el arrepentimiento le consume.

I've lived to see my longings die I've lived to se my longings die: My dreams and I have grown apart; Now only sorrow haunts my eye, The wages of a bitter heart. Beneath the storms of hostile fate, My flowery wreath has faded fast; I live alone and sadly wait To see when death will come at last. Just so, when the winds in winter moan And snow descends in frigid flakes, Upon a naked branch, alone, The final leaf of summer shakes!

You are young, replied Athos, and your bitter memories have time to change into sweet ones.

Gets silly after a while, don't it, hating something because you're mad at something else, you think? (Sylvanus) ——— It's like we went into hibernation after we moved to Hampden. Never did wake up to the place. Think I always blamed it for our having to more there — silly as that sounds. (Addie)