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Bitter Quotes - Page 4

I love life too much to be bitter.

"Sarkozy Tells His Aides He Is Quitting Active Politics" by Sanya Khetani, www.businessinsider.com. May 07, 2012.

I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life.

"Larry King Live", transcripts.cnn.com. November 26, 2002.

Even in winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel.

Jim Butcher (2010). “Changes: A Novel of the Dresden Files”, p.345, Penguin

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

Nathaniel Hawthorne (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne (Illustrated)”, p.246, Delphi Classics

Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

Sappho (1965). “Lyrics in the Original Greek”, Garden City, N.Y. : Anchor books [1965]

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

Omar Khayyam, Edward FitzGerald, Christopher Decker (1997). “Edward FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám: A Critical Edition”, p.174, University of Virginia Press

For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.

Ernest Hemingway, Knut Hamsun, Hermann Hesse (1971). “Ernest Hemingway, Knut Hamsun [and] Hermann Hesse”

The more a human creature has tasted of bitter things the more it hungers after the sweet things of life.

Maxim Gorky (2017). “The Maxim Gorky MEGAPACK®: 61 Classic Novels and Stories”, p.1342, Wildside Press LLC

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

Jean Ingelow (1874). “The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow”, p.92

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg (2010). “Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters”, p.33, Penguin

Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.

Hilda Doolittle (1988). “Selected Poems”, p.31, New Directions Publishing

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.

Harry Emerson Fosdick (1958). “Riverside sermons”