Quotes About Bitterness

prophets? The ears of our generation have been made so delicate by the senseless multitude of flatterers that, as soon as we perceive that anything of ours is not approved of, we cry out that we are being bitterly assailed; and when we can repel the truth by no other pretence, we escape by attributing bitterness, impatience, intemperance, to our adversaries.

When we try to understand something, more often than not, we kill it, and now I can feel the dangers of this encroaching on me: cynicism, bitterness, and infinite sadness...It's impossible to live if you're too aware, too thoughtful. Take nature for example: everything that lives happily and too a ripe old age is not very intelligent. Tortoises live for centuries, water's immortal, and Milton Friedman's still alive.

Un pachadi aux fleurs de nîm devait avoir le goût de la vie: amer, sucré, acide, frais et épicé. (p.72)

It's life, Alice. We can either choose to live it, or lose it. Grant has years ahead, but he's got to let go of his bitterness.

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when its gone.

Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail.

He nodded. "You're right. It's probably for the best." Bitterness rose in my throat. I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.

Revenge is sweet but not nourishing.

Love is sweet even when what you go through is bitter.

What I've noticed in a lot of other cartoonists is a sullen resentfulness about their lack of attention and tiny checking accounts. I vowed back in the days when I had no money that I would not allow that kind of bitterness to overtake me. . . . Cartooning, in general, is a very solitary occupation, and it breeds all sorts of self-punishing thinking

Hate is a pointless emotion to have inside you. It is like eating a scorpion to punish it for stinging you.

That creature which we idolize God justly removes from us, or embitters to us.

When parents are grieved by their children's wickedness they should take occasion thence to lament that corruption of nature which was derived from them, and which is the root of bitterness. But here we have that which was a relief to our first parents in their affliction.

Consequently, if one's luck is bad, one is liable to be increasingly consumed by feelings of resentment toward the agent or agents that one holds responsible for one's victimhood, and this twisting of one's soul in bitterness is a form of damage that the acknowledgment of the real conditions of academic life could have helped one to avoid or, at the very least, mitigate.

Ne volim tugu, ?ini me zlim, zato se zavaravam bijesom.

Zašto se smatra da su knjige pametne ako su gorke?

I know I shouldn't feel guilty for being angry sometimes, or bitter" "Knowing something is beans.

I knew I'd sounded bitter, but I didn't bend even when guilt threatened to throttle me with its bony fingers. "I hope it was worth it, Mom.

How could you possibly want to compete about who suffered most?' Beatriss said sadly. 'For if you want to covet that prize, take it! Take it, but don't bring my child into your bitterness.

No. We were jealous that Lirah had Gargarin. Cold, cold Lirah, who was bitter towards all men, loved my brother with all her heart. It made me hate her even more, because I knew this union was not one of the flesh. She hated the touch of men. He barely tolerated the touch of anyone. I couldn't bear the idea of him loving someone as much as he loved me." -Arjuro of Abroi

What if in every breakup, the dumper gets to live happily ever after, while the dumpee gets a lifetime membership in the Bitter Book Club?

I was, as you may have guessed, born tired and filled with bile. I

It is trite to speak of a broken heart. Hearts are not broken; they continue to beat, the blood still courses, even in the bitter after-days of betrayal. but something is broken when pain beyond words is suffered; some connection that formerly existed with light and hope and bright mornings is severed, and can never be restored.