Quotes About Bitterness

She tasted what she had said and found it sour enough to be accurate.

Watching him, Juliana thought, It's idealism that makes him that bitter. Asking too much out of life. Always moving on, restless and griped.

So now we know the truth', Al said. 'Is it the truth?' Al said, 'Sure. Obviously.' 'What a hell of a way to learn it. From the wall of a men's room.' He felt bitter resentment rather than anything else. 'That's how graffiti is; harsh and direct.

C'era un'espressione di grande amarezza sul suo viso. L'amarezza era come un solvente che avesse corroso le desolate piaghe della carne, scoprendo le ossa sottostanti

She was shot dead, in cold blood, he said bitterly. I could see we were in for a long night. I got out my cigarettes.

Hating someone is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. It all sounds very good, but it's a lot easier to say it than to do it.

talk to other parents who are broken and bitter and feel robbed at the loss of a child. They want to know why I wasn't destroyed by Jim's death. I tell them that his life had meaning even though it was so short, and perhaps he wasn't meant to be here any longer. Being with him when he died was a gift, and I've learned to trust in God, his sovereignty, and his faithfulness. I

Henoch has passed from the childhood stage of unfettered adoration for his father and has moved to a difficult point of feeling that every demand on his person is a deeply rooted injustice. Cain grimaces at the remembered familiarity of THAT.

Rather than making you never want to eat chicken again, it simply makes you angry. It makes you hold a grudge. You'll eat chicken again, by God, and you'll chew really, really hard.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

He has a point there, that's harsh. Unfortunately, they never gave him a medal for it and as a result he brings it up time and time again.

To say she was bitter fell a wee bit short, like calling sulfuric acid tangy.

Odd: I wish I could believe in reincarnation. Chief Porter: Not me. Once down the track is enough of a test. Pass me or fail me, Dear Lord, but don't make me go through high school again. Odd: If there's something we want so bad in this life but we can't have it, maybe we could get it the next time around. Chief Porter: Or maybe not getting it, accepting less without bitterness and being grateful for what we have is a part of what we're here to learn.

and she had worn bitterness as though it were a crown.

Is it not the loss of things which makes life bitter?

Pentru prima oar? îi trece prin minte c? È™i ea a fost înrobit? toÈ›i anii ??tia, înrobita unui tiran plin de cruzime, trecutului ei, care îÈ™i întinsese umbra lui cea lung? È™i plin? de am?r?ciune asupra întregii ei vieÈ›i.

As long as you're alive... ...you can't put life on hold like you can with a game-so that's why... ...those brief respites... ...when you can forget all the bitterness and pain... they let you take a breath... ...and calm your heart. If you don't give yourself that kind of time... ...living on just becomes, every so often-it gets to be too painful.

The thing unspoken often settles most bitterly in the heart

Despite all the positive psychological attributes of hatred we have outlined, hatred destroys finally the core of the life of the hater. While it lasts, burning in white heat, its effect seems positive and dynamic. But at last it turns to ash, for it guarantees a final isolation from one's fellows. It blinds the individual to all values of worth, even as they apply to himself and to his fellows. Hatred bears deadly and bitter fruit. It is blind and nondiscriminating.

The other alternative in the nonresistance pattern is to reduce contact with the enemy to a minimum. It is the attitude of cultural isolation in the midst of a rejected culture. Cunning the mood may be—one of bitterness and hatred, but also one of deep, calculating fear. To take up active resistance would be foolhardy, for a thousand reasons. The only way out is to keep one's resentment under rigid control and censorship.

He flowed deeper and deeper into himself, wrapped in the comforting strength of hate.

And what was it pen and fingers had drawn? What else. Wee Wendy Waif. As she could be. As she should be. As she would be. Now. Courtney Hall's smile was as bitter as her chocolate.

Hardship bred a bitter, quickfire humour and resilience to all but the most terminal of life's tragedies.

La paciencia es amarga, pero produce un dulce fruto.