Quotes About Bitterness

As for us, during twenty years' reign, we have known much bitterness.

Although will never love anyone again, don't want to become bitter. Or creative.

she was afraid she might be turning into one of those cynical people who hug old bitterness like a treasured bone to be gnawed over forever.

For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.

Dodge, be honest. It's not close to over. You've been nursing this wound for nearly ten years, working it off over there in Afghanistan, trying to forget the girl you've loved since you were ten. There's no way this is over. There is so much bitterness sitting in your heart you can't even see it. But maybe that's why God brought you back - for her. And to set you free from all that darkness.

She give me honey to make my voice sweet, but there never were a sweetness in me. I prefer a taste of rot.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

I'm running on hate.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.

I think, This will be the last horrible thing I have to go through, until I meet someone else and the whole travesty begins again . I myself bear a sign that reads DON´T DATE ME, I CHAIN-SMOKE, I´M BITTER, AND I INCLUDE GRABBY TODDLER, and this has dramatically decreased my social life. I have resigned myself to a lifetime of jalapeño poppers and cheap wine and Frasier reruns.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

I'm sour at times.

South Africa is highly politicised; even small issues become politicised, and it becomes quite bitter.

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

Kindness that turns to bitterness when it is not appreciated was never kindness at all.

...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...

Hatred only tarnishes the soul that carries it.

Remembrance is a strange thing. With love its pain is bearable. With bitterness it simply destroys.

The test of a man is in his immediate acts, and not in ultra-sentiments; and if those acts are consistently informed with selfishness and bitterness, if those at home hear his steps with dread, and feel a joyful relief on his departure, how empty are his expressions of sympathy for the suffering or down trodden how futile his membership of a philanthropic society.

distil drops of bitterness into her heart; sometimes through that alchemy of quiet malice, by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles; and sometimes, also, by a coarser expression, that fell upon the sufferer's defenceless breast like a rough blow upon an ulcerated wound.

In der Bitterkeit und Qual meines Herzens habe ich gelacht über den Gegensatz zwischen dem, was ich scheine, und dem, was ich bin! Und auch Satan lacht darüber!

I'm too old to rage against the system. I just whine at it.

Lost in this awful world, rubbing shoulders with the multitudes, I am like a tired man whose eye can't see behind him, in the deep years, anything but disillusion and bitterness, and in front of him, nothing but a storm which contains nothing new, neither learning nor pain.

Free man, you will always cherish the sea! The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul In the infinite unrolling of its billows; Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter.