I’m glad she left me the kids. I’d be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I’m only bitter.

The beginning seems bitter to you, but the end is sweeter for you. However, you can’t get through to the end without having a beginning. You must begin by all means.

wen thectaste of my own medicine is given to me results into silent treatment,its not bitter therefore i enjoy the medicine i gave you too.

We drink VB, Victoria Bitter, which is way better.

I have become a sour woman. I take no joy in meat nor mead, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings....

Naturally all of them had a sad story: too much notice, not enough, or the worst kind. Some tale about dragon daddies and false-hearted men, or mean mamas and friends who did them wrong. Each...

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

I’m not married and I don’t think that’s going to work out for me. I’m not even bitter, I’m just exhausted.

A bitter reality of truth can be wisely told in a sweet tale of lullaby.

Hope greets your desires warmly while doubts insult your efforts bitterly!

I break out laughing. I frown.I yell and scream. Sometimes,if one jokes and giggles,one causes war.So I hide how tickled I am.Tears well up in my eyes.My body is a large city.Much grieving in one...

The bitter soul is forever tortured by darkness left undone

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall–the blind belief in fate, the whole...

Luck is a word the bitter teach to the ignorant.

I am so sorry I do not have enough money to support your expensive obsessions and fancy lifestyle choice. I just love you and I wish I could love you the way you want me...

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and...

The truth stinks. Thus it’s covered.

Retaliation retards your excellence. Nelson Mandela would not have been named as a great man if not for his courage to forgive those who schemed and plotted it for him to spend those 10000 bitter...

Love? Love is for children and poor people…

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another. I do not feel...

I have a chip on my shoulder. It’s a nacho, not a sense of bitterness.

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison,the roses he gave me all twisted black

Don’t cry over the shots you’ve missed; weep over the ones you’ve not taken at all. The bitterest regrets are for things planned but left undone!

You and I both know that love is for children,” he said. ”We’re adults. Compatibility is for adults.””Compatibility is for my Bluetooth and my car,” Teresa replied. ”Only they get along just fine, and my...

Sugar candy tasted better than bitter truth.

I am BETTER everyday because I don’t allow BITTER people a chance to LITTER my thought factory with their toxic MATTER. I am a SETTER, a goal GETTER&the MASTER of my game

Don’t deal bitterly with the enemy you see. Deal with the greater enemy that sent your enemy to you. If you focus on dealing with the “retailer”, remember that the “producer” can employ more “retailers”...

No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler,...

No, I am not bitter, I am not hateful, and I am not unforgiving. I just don’t like you.

My love may be invisible, but that doesn’t mean you can’t taste it. (It tastes like a sonic boom, only not as bitter).

I don’t have children that I’ve lost in a bitter custody dispute. But I see an enormous wound in kids due to a lack of their dads.

The winners of life’s game always set and have goals in focus that they score to fulfill their purposes of existence and making the planet earth to celebrate joy; the losers make life bitter for...

You know what? We need a recession in this country, because that would finaly weed out al the subnormal, underdeveloped, stupefied, puerile people in this workforce.

Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!

Isn’t Hollywood a dump — in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.

It feels so bitter getting a kiss for a betrayal.