Quotes About Bitterness

Resentment" is one such euphemism: a polite word for the longing to hurt those you believe have wronged you. The politics of resentment are the politics of revenge.

She did not get a medal - it was not fair. 'What a swizz,' she whispered bitterly to her mother as Cicely Barnard's name was called. 'She simply doesn't know enough to be bad.

Most people avoid confronting family issues because they can't see a way to change the relationships they find so frustrating. The frustration leads them, as it did Queen Victoria, to seek new relationships in which they attempt to make up for whatever has gone wrong earlier. And if these new relationships don't bring fulfillment, the general bitterness and pain will most likely increase.

Mordecai Richler

But I hate being a grandfather. It's indecent. In my mind's eye, I'm still twenty-five. Thirty-three max. Certainly not sixty-seven, reeking of decay and dashed hopes. My breath sour. My limbs in dire need of a lube job. And now that I've been blessed with a plastic hip-socket replacement, I'm no longer even biodegradable. Environmentalists will protest my burial.

C'è chi colleziona francobolli, o scatole di fiammiferi» mi ha detto una volta. «Tu collezioni rancori».

y el dinero. Lo conocía a fondo: el ritmo sin descanso, el olor, el sabor a sangre amarga, el acecho furtivo, el lenguaje que se hablaba en el mercado.

Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.

The fact is that when we forgive someone we not only release them from the burden of our anger and its possible consequences; we release ourselves from the burden of whatever it was they had done to us, and from the crippled emotional state in which we shall go on living if we don't forgive them and instead cling to our anger and bitterness.

Since Paul knew that his own hard and bitter heart had been changed by God's grace, he also knew that there was nobody this side of the grave who could not in principle be similarly reached and changed.

It often has been said that unforgiveness is like you drinking poison but expecting the other person to die.

For forgiveness does not resolve latent hatred and self-hatred but rather covers them up in a very dangerous way.

My forgiveness had not solved my latent hatred or self-hatred.

To dispense with these hatreds, we need not to want them. Unfortunately, people cherish their bigotry, misanthropy and animosities, and they don them like well-worn and well-loved clothes.

Nos convertimos en el hermano mayor cada vez que respondemos a los dolores de la vida fuera del amor de Dios. En lugar de dar perdón y misericordia a los demás, construimos muros de protección a nuestro alrededor. Nos aferramos a nuestra amargura y falta de perdón como si fueran una forma de defensa, pero no lo son. En realidad, son muros de prisión, que nos alejan de la vida de libertad y amor que Dios quiere.

uncovering hidden unforgiveness, bitterness and resentment in our heart is also the door to freedom.

Resentment is an extremely bitter diet, and eventually poisonous. I have no desire to make my own toxins.

Resentment is a method of self harm. "As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd still be in prison.

Deliberately, she took a long drink. It wasn't as good as she remembered, but then little was. She caught herself in that thought and was ashamed. Cynicism was okay, bitterness a pain in the neck. The hairline difference between the two was hope and humor. The cynic had both, the embittered, nothing.

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.

I shall laugh my bitter laugh.

Dead pirates didn't get to spend their booty. Dead pirates didn't get to shake their booty, either. Bummer.

I had sucked on the tit of disillusionment and teethed on the bitter root of cynicism. I was on the way to the misanthropy that would sour me.