#bitter

I refuse to let what happened to me make me bitter. ↗

— Nicole Kidman

#happened #i #make #me #refuse

Religious power, which, as I have already said, frequently identifies itself with political power, has always been a protagonist of this bitter struggle, even when it seemingly was neutral. ↗

— Salvatore Quasimodo

#always #been #bitter #even #frequently

It is bitter to lose a friend to evil, before one loses him to death. ↗

— Mary Renault

#bitter #death #evil #friend #him

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#bitter #dawns #every #heartbreaking #i

If they are unsuccessful in married life, who suffers more the bitter consequences of poverty than the wife? But if successful, she has not a dollar to call her own. ↗

— Ernestine Rose

#call #consequences #dollar #her #life

Satire is focused bitterness. ↗

— Leo Rosten

#focused #satire

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#bitterness #anger

The taste of your life depends on the spices you used to brew it. Add laziness to it and it becomes bitter as the bile; put a cube of good attitudes into it and you will lick your lips more and more due to its sweet taste. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#bile #bitter #cube #laziness #life

The longer you wait, the less fun. If you wait until the bitter end, the whole economy can be destroyed. ↗

— Jeffrey Sachs

#bitter end #destroyed #economy #end #fun

I believe you did not have a happy life. I believe you were cheated. I believe your best friends were loneliness and misery. I believe your busiest enemies were anger and depression. I believe joy was a game you could never play without stumbling. I believe comfort, though you craved it, was forever a stranger. I believe music had to be melancholy or not at all. I believe no trinket, no precious metal, shone so bright as your bitterness. I believe you lay down at last in your coffin none the wiser and unassuaged. Oh, cold and dreamless under the wild, amoral, reckless, peaceful flowers of the hillsides. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#sadness #sorrow #anger