For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.
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In her mind's eye she saw it, saw it all at last: the rolling armies and the flames of battle; the graves and pits and dying cries of a hundred million souls; the spreading darkness, like a black wing stretching over the earth; the last, bitter hours of cruelty and sorrow, and the terrible, final flights; death's great dominion over all, and, at the last, empty cities, becalmed by the silence of a hundred years. Already these things were coming to pass.
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And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.
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When God issues a call to us, it is always a holy call. The vocation of dying is a sacred vocation. To understand that is one of the most important lessons a Christian can ever learn. When the summons comes, we can respond in many ways. We can become angry, bitter or terrified. But if we see it as a call from God and not a threat from Satan, we are far more prepared to cope with its difficulties.
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Actually, this is a poem my father once showed me, a long time ago. It has been bastardized many times, in many ways, but this is the original: The Cold Within Six men trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter coldEach possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told. Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back For of the faces round the fire, he noticed one was black. One man looking cross the way, saw one not of his churchAnd could not bring himself to givethe fire his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitchWhy should his log be put to useto warm the idle rich?The rich man just sat back and thoughtof the wealth he had in store And how to keep what he had earnedfrom the lazy, shiftless poor. The black man's face bespoke revengeas the fire passed from his sight, For all he saw in his stick of woodwas a chance to spite the white. And the last man of this forlorn groupdid naught except for gain, Giving only to those who gave, was how he played the gameThe logs held tight, in death's stillhands, was proof of human sinThey didn't die from the cold without, they died from the cold within.
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See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded.
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What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?
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A bitter reality of truth can be wisely told in a sweet tale of lullaby.
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I no longer pursue happiness, for it alludes me in every occasion. It is as if I'm trying to find something that is invisible, and sometimes I can't help to wonder if I'm the only one who it is oblivious to
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My own chocolate center has filled up with poison, the roses he gave me all twisted black
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Luck is a word the bitter teach to the ignorant.
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Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.
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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 you get lemon zest instead.
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The truth stinks. Thus it's covered.
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Sugar candy tasted better than bitter truth.
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He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.
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No, I am not bitter, I am not hateful, and I am not unforgiving. I just don't like you.
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Love may be harder to find in some people, but when they do love you know it must be something marvelous.
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The bitter soul is forever tortured by darkness left undone
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Revenge is Always Sweet, it's the Aftertaste that's Bitter.
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It feels so bitter getting a kiss for a betrayal.
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I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.
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