Quotes About Bitterness

I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.

I have learned that you're not perfect, and that sometimes the one you love can burn you. But it's just the fool that's looking backwards: a bitter heart turns the love we made to ashes.

That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!

Being gay is like taking a crash course in human nature," he says. "Your first real glimpse at the dirty underbelly of routine social interaction. A lesser person, " he offers with a wry grin, "Might well become one bitter fuck.

You can't push on a person so hard that they have to give up every single secret, she was discovering. Some things were better locked away in the heart where they could remain a hard, bitter kernel that they had become in such darkness.

Some people degenerate into the hell of resentment and the hatred of Being,

from camouflaging your vice with virtue. What shall I do with the world? Conduct myself as if Being is more valuable than Non-Being. Act so that you are not made bitter and corrupt by the tragedy of existence. That's the essence of Rule 1 (Stand up straight with your shoulders back): confront the uncertainty of the world voluntarily, and with faith and courage.

Did what I want happen? No. Then the world is unfair. People are jealous, and too stupid to understand. It is the fault of something or someone else." That is the voice of inauthenticity. It is not too far from there to "they should be stopped" or "they must be hurt" or "they must be destroyed." Whenever you hear about something incomprehensibly brutal, such ideas have manifested themselves.

Ogor?enje ra?a želju za osvetom. Nudit ?e manje spontanih iskaza ljubavi, sve više racionaliziraju?i njihovu odsutnost.

Without the proper engagement in truth, your life will degenerate and you will end up embittered and in hell.

Fantasmas, desvaneceos: Su fe nos salva… volveos a vuestros sepulcros, pues la voluntad de Dios es; de mi alma con la amargura purifiqué su alma impura, y Dios concedió a mi afán la salvación de don Juan al pie de la sepultura.

Why does it have to be like this?' I asked bitterly. 'Why does life have to be so short, with all the good things passing quickly. Is it worth living at all?

The carnage was over, but there was still a bitter taste in my mouth.

Menuchim, Mendel's son, will grow healthy. There will not be many of his like in Israel. Pain will make him wise, ugliness kind, bitterness gentle, and illness strong. His eyes will be far and deep, his ears clear and full of echoes. His mouth will be silent, but when he opens his lips, they will herald good things.

In these circumstances people in poor families who can't pay their way are surrounded by an atmosphere of barely disguised acrimony; they stop being father, mother, sister or brother and become a purely negative factor in the struggle for life and, by extension, a source of bitterness for the healthy members of the community who resent their illness as if it were a personal insult to those who have to support them.

Frankly, the people who whine the most about how hard their lives are have very rarely experienced much to be disappointed about. They seem to find solace in their most negative memories, using these as a blank check that abdicates them from all personal responsibility. "I am how I am because of the pain of my past. If you had experienced what I have experienced, you would understand my bitterness, my anger, my paralysis, my despair.

The old woman said something and thrust the bowl into my hands. I looked to Argus. "What am I supposed to do?" "You had a mind of your own last time we talked. What do you think you're supposed to do?" he countered. " You're helpful." My words were bitter with sarcasm, but nothing on earth was half as bitter as that bowl of herbal brew.

În seara aceea, stau în buc?t?ria casei înguste, beau o ceaÈ™c? cu ceai È™i m?nânc o felie de pâine cu gem dulce de la generozitate È™i acru de la amintiri.

I asked God "Why, why, why?" I turned my face away and wished that I were imagining it all. I had tasted the bitterest essence of war, the sight of helpless comrades being slaughtered, and it filled me with disgust.

A second wife is hateful to the children of the first a viper is not more hateful.

There's a good chance that in 40 years, after the floods, people zipping by on scavenged jetpacks with their scavenged baseball caps on backwards, I will be in my rocking chair saying bitterly, 'I remember when 'all right' was two words.'

When I joined Labour in 1982, I didn't feel I belonged to a party born to power. My repeated experience was of bitter and repeated defeats.

The heart knoweth his own bitterness.

I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.