Quotes About Bitterness

It's a fact that men of all nations are convinced that men of any other nation are no good for women. I'm sure a statistically significant number of women would be able to vouch for this. And listen how you talk. You are bitter already. When I hear a woman use words like statistics, I know she is bitter.

You must, of course, do as you please,' she had remarked. 'But I really think, through all these years, that Mr Crawford has learned to take care of himself. I am sure his unique sense of domestic responsibility will impel him, unswerving, to trace us wherever we go.' Which was precisely the kind of bitchy remark, thought Jerott furiously, that Lymond himself would have made.

The archbishop had one explained to be that suffering can either embitter is or enoble us and that the difference lies in whether we are able to find meaning in our suffering. Without meaning, when suffering seems senseless, we can easily become embittered. But when we can find a shred of meaning or redemption in our suffering, it can enoble us, as it did for Nelson Mandela.

Structural linguistics is a bitterly divided and unhappy profession, and a large number of its practitioners spend many nights drowning their sorrows in Ouisghian Zodahs.

I've just had an unhappy love affair, so I don't see why anybody else should have a good time.

I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.

If to feel is to be unreliable don't listen to us if to be in pain is to be predictable embittered bullying then don't listen to us If we're in danger of mistaking our personal trouble for the pain on the streets don't listen to us

I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn                           between bitterness and hope

For in the voyage of the heart, there is a freight of hatred, and the wind of wrath blows shrill.

A consciousness of misfortunes arising from a man's own misconduct aggravates their bitterness.

Mademoiselle, I speak as a friend. Bury your dead! ... Give up the past! Turn to the future! What is done is done. Bitterness will not undo it.' 'I'm sure that would suit dear Linnet admirably.' Poirot made a gesture. 'I am not thinking of her at this moment! I am thinking of you. You have suffered - yes - but what you are doing now will only prolong the suffering.

People with a grudge against the world are always dangerous. They seem to think life owes them something.

I am sixty-nine,' he said. 'Everything I know of life I know at second hand. Sometimes that is very bitter to me. And yet, because of it, I know a good deal.

As the teacher gave his lessons, he would look over at me from time to time and say, "Akira probably won't understand this, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â or "This will be impossible for Akira to solve, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â The other children would turn to look at me and snicker when he did this, but no matter how bitter I felt, he was right. Whatever the subject, it was completely incomprehensible to me. I was pained and saddened.

as I said; the Nazi party was built on ruined lives - a failed career, the bitterness that feeds on injustice, redemption promised by a radical political movement.

With every interview you feel like you lose a piece of yourself, and with every bad review you become just that little bit more bitter. It is horrible in a way.

As an adolescent, I was bitter and angry, and I definitely put up these walls.

I don't wanna say I have a temper... but I do! I kind of sulk and sit there when I'm bitter. I won't show you, but you can see it. Probably if you bring me Godiva chocolate, I'll be your friend again!

There is no shame like poor shame. It can make you warm and charming, bitter and resentful, all at once.

That's what bitter people did. Pointed the finger and blamed others. Obfuscation was a way of hiding from their own shortcomings and wounds.

After she had gone he sat on alone, and the lie was still bitter to his spirit as he sat there, and he covered his face for the shame that was in him - but because of the love that was in him he wept.

They had painted a lady leaning her arms on the sill of the window. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was fifteen. A rose and mauve lady that had not yet gathered her flesh and her beauty into dark clothes, and still waited, like a rose stripped of its petals, with her faded colors and her artificial smile, bitter as a grimace.

The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.

It would be far better to be of no church than to be bitter of any.