“Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.”

Any woman can fool a man if she wants to and if he’s in love with her.

To count – really and truly to count – a woman must have goodness or brains.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

When the fact doesn’t meet the theory then let go the theory.

Courage is the resolution to face the unforeseen.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

It is really a hard life. Men will not be nice to you if you are not good-looking, and women will not be nice to you if you are.

It’s not a man’s working hours that are important–it’s his leisure hours. That’s the mistake we all make.

Be sure thy sin will find thee out.

To rush into explanations is always a sign of weakness.

Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

The best time to plan a book is while you’re doing the dishes.

I’m sure you have a theme: the theme of your life. You can embellish it or desecrate it, but it’s your theme, and as long as you follow it, you will experience harmony and peace of mind.

Don’t think. That is the wrong way to bring anything back. Let it go. Sooner or later it will flash into your mind.

I refuse to let what happened to me make me bitter.

I’ve learned, That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.

Jacob’s little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn’t the smile I’d been waiting to see.

Adversity attracts the man of character. He seeks out the bitter joy of responsibility.

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Have you felt the bitterness of a world without hugs?

I am neither bitter nor cynical but I do wish there was less immaturity in political thinking.