#bitter

Lettuce is like conversation; it must be fresh and crisp, so sparkling that you scarcely notice the bitter in it. ↗

— Charles Dudley Warner

#conversation #crisp #fresh #lettuce #like

There is little for the great part of the history of the world except the bitter tears of pity and the hot tears of wrath. ↗

— Woodrow Wilson

#except #great #history #hot #little

Bitterblue had never seen a man naked, and she was curious. She decided the universe owed her a few minutes, just a few, to satisfy her curiosity. So went to him and knelt, which shut him up. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#funny #humor #relationships #ya #funny

Here’s a question every angry man and woman needs to consider: How long are you going to allow people you don’t even like — people who are no longer in your life, maybe even people who aren’t even alive anymore — to control your life? How long? ↗

— Andy Stanley

#bitterness #forgiveness #resentment #anger

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 feel extremely lucky, extremely grateful, and a little bittersweet, too. ↗

— Wentworth Miller

#extremely #feel #grateful #i #i feel

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

— Camille Claudel

#been #bitter #i #life #new

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

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future. ↗

— Lewis B. Smedes

#bitter #cannot #change #creates #deleted

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. ↗

— Will Smith

#bittersweet #could #else #feeling #highly