Having more exposure is kind of a bittersweet thing for me, honestly, because it's nice to have a little more job security in life now.
Every reader should ask himself periodically “Toward what end, toward what end?”—but do not ask it too often lest you pass up the fun of programming for the constipation of bittersweet philosophy.
This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.
Bittersweet is kind of my own favourite style because I want to be able to cry to the same song that I also can laugh to.
It's quite highly possible that I have peaked. I mean, I just can't imagine what else I could do beyond this. It's really a bittersweet kind of feeling.
It's kind of bittersweet. The human spirit is not measured by the size of the act, but by the size of the heart.
To me, the human experience does involve a great deal of anguish. It's joyful, but it's bittersweet. I just think that's life.
We feel a kind of bittersweet pricking of malicious delight in contemplating the misfortunes of others.
At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.
Life at best is bittersweet.
Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.
Clearly it is not the lovelorn sufferer who seeks solace in chocolate, but rather the chocolate-deprived individual, who, desperate, seeks in mere love a pale approximation of bittersweet euphoria.
There's nothing good about getting older-absolutely nothing-because the amount of wisdom and experience you gain is negligible compared to what you lose. You do gain a couple of things-you gain a little bittersweet and sour wisdom from your heartbreaks and failures and things-but what you lose is so catastrophic in every way.
I'm not bitter, I'm bittersweet.
In life, there are those relationships where you really love someone, but they're just not right for you and there's a little bittersweet feel to it.
After 30 novels, release day is still a thrill. Its always a little bittersweet, too.
Life is bittersweet. Inside our heads, if we're lucky, we're the same kids as we were when we were young.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
In [man's] mouth is ever the bittersweet taste of life and death, unknown to the trees. Without respite he is dragged by the two wild horses, memory and hope; and he is tormented by a secret that he can never tell.
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.