There are such things as false truths and honest lies.
You recognize the truth by its own sound.
When a liar speaks the truth, he is sick.
Truth has but one color, a lie has many.
The heart is like the astrologer who guesses at the truth.
Maturity,” Bokonon tells us, “is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.
I was a veritable Johnny Appleseed of grand expectations, and all I reaped for my trouble was a harvest of bitter fruit.
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
If you are bitter, that means they got the best of you. If they got the best of you, that means they won.
...you want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...
Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder.
In an insane world, sanity made very little sense. No one expected me to live, and therefore, I did. Always.
Clarity confused me. I was far less forgiving and kind than the general state of disconnection in which I liked to live.
You are just landmark stupid, aren't you? Has Guinness called yet about that world record?
I almost get killed at most parties. Hence, you can tell that's how much I love them.
The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they'll never dare to raise a hand again.
Envy, bitter envy, was permeating his soul drop by drop, like a poison that tainted all his pleasures and made his life hateful.
His resiliency was not the resiliency of the dumb but of a lamb who can remember hurt but cannot sustain the anger or the bitterness that brittles the heart.
Eventually we all must return home, Praetor. We must embrace our past, no matter how bitter and dark." — Orion
Something my mum taught me years and years and years ago, is life's just too short to carry around a great bucket-load of anger and resentment and bitterness and hatreds and all that sort of stuff.
…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst.
