Quotes About Bitterness

Folgte er aber wirklich dem Rat […] so bliebe er dann trotz allem in seiner Fremde, verbittert durch die Ratschläge, und den Freunden noch ein Stück mehr entfremdet […] fände sich nicht in seinen Freunden und nicht ohne sie zurecht, litte an Beschämung, hätte jetzt wirklich keine Heimat und keine Freunde mehr; war es da nicht viel besser für ihn, er blieb in der Fremde, so wie er war?

When you're a chill, laid back guy, you maybe have more pent-up frustration, anger, bitterness, than maybe somebody a little wilder would have.

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

What crushed my soul was hanging out with bitter, desperate comics backstage. They're a different breed than the bitter yet eager psyches in the wings of an improv theatre. Struggling stand-ups have externalized self-loathing into an art form. They're a hunching, quaking, unshaven lot.

I'm so thankful for dance because if I had grown up with just the bitterness of the very hard childhood we had, and I'd never 'experienced the love of the dance world, then I probably would have been a very sad person.

The Hollies, after I left in 1968, had the audacity, the gall, to have three number one records after I left. Thanks a lot, guys.

Thinking of the dismissal by Leicester, the first thing that comes to mind is a sense of surprise even more than of bitterness.

Inside him was a bitter, futile anger and a sadness that seemed to be choking him. It was finished. The period of agonizing waiting was over, and now he would have been happy to return to it.

Jo declaró en una entrevista en 1956: "Un día voy a escribir la historia verdadera de Edward Hopper... Es puro Dostoievski. ¡Oh, es amargura aplastante!". [...] En la misma entrevista dijo que hablar con Edward "era a veces exactamente como tirar una piedra en un pozo, salvo que no hace ruido al caer".

sour taste of obligation postponed

Fourier's scheme of changing, by means of phalansteries, the water of all the seas into tasty lemonade was surely a phantastic idea. But Bernstein, proposing to change the sea of capitalist bitterness into a sea of socialist sweetness, by progressively pouring into it bottles of social reformist lemonade, presents an idea that is merely more insipid but no less phantastic.

People cling to their rotten memories, to all their misfortunes, and you can't pry them loose. These things keep them busy. They avenge themselves for the injustice of the present by smearing the future inside them with this shit. They're cowards deep down, and just. That's their nature.

Les hommes y tiennent à leurs sales souvenirs, à tous leurs malheurs et on ne peut pas les en faire sortir. Ca leur occupe l'âme. Ils se vengent de l'injustice de leur présent en besognant l'avenir au fond d'eux-mêmes avec de la merde. Justes et lâches qu'ils sont tout au fond. C'est leur nature.

Life seems like a cup of glory held to my lips just now. But there must be some bitterness in it - there is in every cup. I shall taste mine some day. Well, I hope I shall be strong and brave to meet it. And I hope it won't be through my own fault that it will come.

Whoever understands the game of life can no longer fool himself, but if you cannot fool yourself, you can no longer derive any pleasure or enjoyment from life. And so it goes, my work is full of compassion, bitter compassion for all those who fool themselves. But this compassion cannot help but be followed by ferocious derision of a destiny that condemns man to deception. And this succinctly is the reason for the bitterness of my art, and also my life.

What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.

Fortunate is the person who can succeed in extracting honey from such a flower as this life, whose root and every petal is bitterness.

mistakes were part of living, and the important thing was to learn from the mistakes you made so you didn't make them twice, and to forgive yourself for those mistakes, as well as others for the mistakes they made. She said not forgiving led to bitterness, and a bitter heart was good for nothing.

Besides, her abuela had always said mistakes were part of living, and the important thing was to learn from the mistakes you made so you didn't make them twice, and to forgive yourself for those mistakes, as well as others for the mistakes they made. She said not forgiving led to bitterness, and a bitter heart was good for nothing.

Infelizmente não há bonito sem senão, nem prazer sem amargura. Que mel não deixa um travo de veneno?

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.

It's better to take it out on God. He can cope with all our angers. That's one thing my long span of chronology has taught me. If I take all my anger, if I take all my bitterness over the unfairness of this mortal life, and throw it all to God, he can take it all and transform it into love before he gives it back to me.

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.

Until bitterness ans self-pity and anger are gone... the belief was that healing was not possible until the spirit was cleansed.