We attempt to remember our collective American childhood, the way it was, but what we often remember is a combination of real past, pieces reshaped by bitterness and love, and, of course, the video past--the portrayals of family life on such television programs as "Leave it to Beaver" and "Father Knows Best" and all the rest.
Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought.
We are seeing the bitterness of elites who wish to lead, confronted by multitudes who do not wish to follow.
But every person has to learn to accept what has happened in the past. Without bitterness. Or there is no point in continuing with life.
Bitterness only consumes the vessel that contains it.
It is better to have some unhappiness while one is still young, for if a person does not experience some bitterness, his disposition will not settle down.
I don’t write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.
The longer we hate, the harder it is to heal us.
The present assault upon capital is but the beginning. It will be but the stepping-stone to others, larger and more sweeping, till our political contests will become a war of the poor against the rich; a war growing in intensity and bitterness.
You must forgive the people who hurt you so you can get out of prison. You'll never be free until you do. Let go of hose wrongs they've done to you. Get that bitterness out of your life. That's the only way you're going to truly be free. You will be amazed at what can happen in your life when you release all that poison.
Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.
The conflict will always beyond ur strength. The enemy always pushes us beyond our personal, inbred, preset limits concerning how far we'll go for God:"Here's how far I'm going to love,this is how many times I'll turn the other cheek. "The test kills the limits of our humanity,til we're like Christ in everything We're left with a choice:Become Christlike or gradually shrivel into superficial hypocrites: angry people who have stopped walking with God, who blame others for our bitterness.
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.
Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.
Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.
Let us never yield to pessimism, to that bitterness that the devil offers us every day.
. . . sometimes, out of bitterness, the years distill forgiveness.
From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in a sea of stars. The wind passing over his unscarred face was cold from the snow of the surrounding mountains, and Dustfinger relished life as if he were tasting it for the first time. The longing it brought, and the desire. All the bitterness, all the sweetness, even if it was only for a while, never for more than a while, everything gained and lost, lost and found again.
Bitterness is repaid more often than kindness.
It is hardly possible to build anything if frustration, bitterness and a mood of helplessness prevail.