Time doesn’t heal all wounds, only distance can lessen the sting of them.
She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.
To show resentment at a reproach is to acknowledge that one may have deserved it.””
I’m not like you. I’ll never be like you. Best of all, I don’t have to be.
Richard Nixon was a serial collector of resentments.
Sadness, forever unacknowledged, eventually becomes resentment.
No matter what you are dealing with in life, be it resentment or regret, bitterness or sadness, anger or apathy, hatred or hesitation, depression or disempowerment, disappointment or other destructive anxieties, painful envy or emotional...
When people tap into this politics of resentment, it usually ends ugly.