Bitter Quotes - Page 6

Gratitude is the antidote to bitterness and resentment.

Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

He who hasn't tasted bitter things hasn't earned sweet things.

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

There's a lot of bitterness, there's a lot of anger out there. We all have to work hard to heal those wounds.

Get out of show business. Its the best advice I ever got, because Im so stubborn that if someone would tell me that, I would stay in it to the bitter end.

While truth is always bitter, pleasantness waits upon evildoing.

I shall laugh my bitter laugh.

If you begin to face your fears, something bittersweet is going to happen to you: You'll grow up.

bitter is a bad way to live!

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.

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

I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.

We drink VB, Victoria Bitter, which is way better.

Whenever one finds oneself inclined to bitterness, it is a sign of emotional failure.

Bitterness is so ugly.

What makes bitter things sweet? Hunger.

"You're a bitter man," said Candide. "That's because I've lived," said Martin.

Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.

This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.

He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.

Muslim women had to go out in purdah, that heavy sheet that covers even the eyes. Hindu women had to go out in the doli, a kind of closed sedan chair like a catafalque. My mother always told me about these things with bitterness and rage.

Once one has kissed a cadaver's forehead, there always remains something of it on the lips, an infinite bitterness, an aftertasteof nothingness that nothing can erase.