bitterness

Acid filled Sara__ mouth.It wasn__ fair.That__ what Sara wanted to say. To scream at the top of her lungs.It just wasn__ fair.Lena wasn__ 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__ hand and think of holding Jared__. 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.__ara,_ Faith said. __hat__ happening here?__ara wiped her eyes, angry that she was back in the same dark place she__ started at this morning. __hy 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. __verything just opens up, and she always walks through unscathed and__ Sara had to stop for breath. __t__ just so easy for her. She always has it so goddamn easy.

Shoo. Away with you. It's my fault for expecting the extraordinary from the ordinary.

God's will can go fuck itself. And so can you.

One of the heaviest load so many people are carrying today is neither thoughts about things they lack nor things they wish to have, nor how to manage what they already have, but toxic words that have taken a greater portion of their thoughts and such words not just occupying a great part of their hearts, but also draining their very joy in life!

If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once.By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root.

They had painted a lady leaning her arms on the sill of the window. This lady was waiting for a husband. Her flesh was slack and she was some forty-five years old. Perhaps she had been waiting since she was fifteen. A rose and mauve lady that had not yet gathered her flesh and her beauty into dark clothes, and still waited, like a rose stripped of its petals, with her faded colors and her artificial smile, bitter as a grimace.

Loving for the second time isn__ sweet; it__ bitter, and hurt more than the first.

The bitter heart eats its owner.

In comparison with the spirit of priestly revenge all the remaining spirits are hardly worth considering.

Hatred becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then the hatred of the human race, then the hatred of creation.

Hatred may keep a body warm, but it takes a lot to keep the fire stoked, so unless a person is extraordinary in some way, some people are not worth hating, just like they__e not worth loving.

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.

Washington DC is happiest when in indignation overdrive.

The writer as boxer says he develops by, "learning from everyone who'll spar with me.

If I had allowed myself to dwell on revenge, it would turn to bitterness, and bitterness is the worst poison a man can give himself.

You haven__ got a clue, Devon,_ Akira spat out. __ would have chosen any life other than the one I have. I envy your naïveté. Your belief in the possibility of love. I know you don__ understand any of this or who I am, but I was like you at one time. I only wanted to see the best in people. To believe this world was filled with hope and kindness._ Her bitterness was apparent. __ thought compassion came with understanding_with seeing inside a person__ heart and knowing their true mind. But I was wrong. Nothing in this world is what it seems.

Man is broken down in many places because of bitterness.

You know,' he said, the condition of sourness--or monstrousness, as you might call it--doesn't have to be permanent.'P189