#bitterness

Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#bitterness #forgetfulness #anger

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#depression #sadness #change

There’s no such thing as a bitter person who keeps the bitterness to himself. ↗

— Erwin W. Lutzer

#forgiveness

A cynical modification of letting go doesn't bring forgiveness, it's when, once you forgive, will you be able to let go. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#cynical #forgiveness #letting-go #sugarcoat #forgiveness

No," I say. "I didn't know that," and as I say it I feel flooded with bitterness at all the things Ingrid kept secret from me. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#friendship #regret #suicide #friendship

When it comes to world news, attitude is what marks the distinction between justice and vengeance. Justice is pure, but vengeance brings more ruin. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bitterness #correction #distinction #hatred #instigation

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing. ↗

— Ira N. Barin

#death-and-dying #death-and-love #death-and-sickness #hurting #losing

What is love for, if not to intensify our affections—both in life and death? But, O, do not be bitter. It is tragically self-destructive to be bitter. ↗

— John Piper

#emotions #grief #death

Valentine's Day is just a capitalist scam, designed to make people currently in a relationship spend unnecessary money in a fruitless attempt to ensure undying love and devotion. For those of us not in a relationship, Valentine's Day is simply added pressure to identify ourselves within the context of a romantic relationship, whipping us into a frenzy that only the presence of our soul mates can relieve. ↗

— Heather Hepler

#love #valentines-day #design

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again. The bitterness we sold to the junk man - he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that's us; and when the tractor hit the house, that's us until we're dead. To California or any place - every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day - the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they'll all walk together, and there'll be a dead terror from it. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#john-steinbeck #lives #money #the-grapes-of-wrath #value