#bitter

It is hope--with regard to our careers, our love lives, our children, our politicians, and our planet--that is primarily to blame for angering and embittering us. The incompatibility between the grandeur of our aspirations and the mean reality of our condition generates the violent disappointments which rack our days and etch themselves in lines of acrimony across our faces. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#aspirations #bitterness #disappointments #hope #life

I envied these women I saw before me, their beauty still intact. Life has its revenge of life. Untimely death is the secret of eternal youth. ↗

— Shan Sa

#eternal-youth #immortality #beauty

Acid filled Sara’s mouth. It wasn’t fair. That’s what Sara wanted to say. To scream at the top of her lungs. It just wasn’t fair. Lena wasn’t strong. She would bend, not break. She would recover from this tragedy the same easy way she recovered from every other tragedy before. Even if she lost Jared, Lena would always know what it felt like to have his child growing inside of her. She could always hold her baby’s hand and think of holding Jared’s. She could see her child laugh and learn and grow and play sports and do school projects and graduate from college and Lena would always, always remember her husband. She would see Jared in her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. On her deathbed, she would find peace in the knowledge that they had made something beautiful together. That even in death, they would both go on living. “Sara,” Faith said. “What’s happening here?” Sara wiped her eyes, angry that she was back in the same dark place she’d started at this morning. “Why does everything come so damn easy to her?” She struggled to speak. Her throat clenched around every word that wanted to come out of her mouth. “Everything just opens up, and she always walks through unscathed and—” Sara had to stop for breath. “It’s just so easy for her. She always has it so goddamn easy. ↗

— Karin Slaughter

#jealousy #women-helping-women #beauty

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter. ↗

— Camille Claudel

#been #bitter #i #life #new

I wouldn't call it bitter. I think it's just sweet. I've always believed my life seems like it's gotten better and better as each decade has gone by. So I don't see any I don't see any bitterness about it. ↗

— Greg Norman

#always #any #believed #better #bitter

To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life and this is a softness that ends in bitterness. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#ends #expect #life #much #sentimental

Can advertising foist an inferior product on the consumer? Bitter experience has taught me that it cannot. On those rare occasions when I have advertised products which consumer tests have found inferior to other products in the same field, the results have been disastrous. ↗

— David Ogilvy

#advertising #been #bitter #cannot #consumer

Life is only a long and bitter suicide, and faith alone can transform this suicide into a sacrifice. ↗

— Franz Liszt

#bitter #faith #into #life #long

Old friends become bitter enemies on a sudden for toys and small offenses. ↗

— Robert Burton

#bitter #friends #offenses #old #old friends

Having reached a point in which I was so bitter and exhausted from being a quote unquote public figure, I wanted to return to a more childlike relationship to writing. ↗

— David Leavitt

#bitter #childlike #exhausted #figure #having