Because the sweeter the cake, the more bitter the jelly can be.
Every poison is not bitter but definitely they all kill.
What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.
I don't bear any bitterness towards anyone.
Patience can be bitter but her fruit is always sweet.
When rock came in, I wasn't bitter about it. I was puzzled.
Revenge is Always Sweet, it's the Aftertaste that's Bitter.
Unfortunately, people think I'm negative and bitter all the time, and that's not the case.
I have known the fruits of strikes. The bitter and the sweet. Hunger and music.
Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from.
The obstacles of life is meant to make us better, not bitter.
But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.
Until sin be bitter, Christ will not be sweet.
Truth is lost with too much debating.
Truth is for the ears what smoke is for the eyes and vinegar for the tongue.
For my own part, my constant prayer is that I may know the worst of my case, whatever the knowledge may cost me. I know that an accurate estimate of my own heart can never be otherwise than lowering to my self-esteem; but God forbid that I should be ...
Inconstancy of every second punishes me. The wind, the rain, the clouds, the days, I try to grasp the hours but they banish me, And I remain in the vortex of incongruity. The lone coyote shrieks, Startling my soul into wakefulness. The Cacti bloom an...
My pain builds like storm clouds―massive, dark, and heavy with teardrops. Moisture falls torrential as if my world is a violent, eternal downpour; however, at long last the source runs dry and the bitter storm does cease. Blue skies dare to glow wh...
Stigmata of Love A light which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a crucifixion by a single wound, a sky and earth that darken by each hour, a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns a lyre without a pulse, and...
In the bitter waves of woe, Beaten and tossed about By the sullen winds that blow From the desolate shores of doubt, When the anchors that faith had cast Are dragging in the gale, I am quietly holding fa...
The Spirit of Love, wherever it is, is its own blessing and happiness, because it is the truth and reality of God in the soul; and therefore is in the same joy of life, and is the same good to itself everywhere and on every occasion. Would you know t...
