Because the sweeter the cake, the more bitter the jelly can be.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

It’s not surprising, then, they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.

Let’s face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.

Ice-cream is exquisite – what a pity it isn’t illegal.

It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.

Life would pall if it were all sugar; salt is bitter if taken by itself; but when tasted as part of the dish, it savours the meat. Difficulties are the salt of life.

Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.

Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.

Those who cannot work with their hearts achieve but a hollow, half-hearted success that breeds bitterness all around.

Bitterness is cancer – it eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure.

Write injuries in dust, benefits in marble.

Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the blessing of the New.

It was the wont of the immortal gods sometimes to grant prosperity and long impunity to men whose crimes they were minded to punish in order that a complete reverse of fortune might make them suffer more bitterly.

The Bible is a sanctum; the world, sputum.

The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.

Sabotage did not involve loss of life, and it offered the best hope for future race relations. Bitterness would be kept to a minimum and, if the policy bore fruit, democratic government could become a reality.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

Is the babe young? When I behold it, it seems more venerable than the oldest man.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds, they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don’t go away, they just echo around.

Prime Minister Maliki, released from American restraint, acted on his worst instincts, creating enormous distrust in Iraq’s Kurdish population and deeply embittering Sunnis in western Iraq’s Al Anbar, who lost any confidence in a Baghdad government they saw as adversarial.

Beyond a doubt truth bears the same relation to falsehood as light to darkness.

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

I am sorry to think that you do not get a man’s most effective criticism until you provoke him. Severe truth is expressed with some bitterness.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.

Wretched are those who are vindictive and spiteful.

It’s so sweet, I feel like my teeth are rotting when I listen to the radio.

You know you’re getting old when you get that one candle on the cake. It’s like, ‚See if you can blow this out.‘

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.

I love eating chocolate cake and ice cream after a show. I almost justify it in my mind as, ‚You were a good boy onstage and you did your show, so now you can have some cake and ice cream.‘

Perhaps when music has been shouting for so long, a quieter voice seems attractive.

He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.

Everybody’s got that split between the beautiful and fragile, the hard and the dark.

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.

I don’t feel bitterness, I don’t feel anger towards anybody. Fighting is never emotional to me.

Comedy just pokes at problems, rarely confronts them squarely. Drama is like a plate of meat and potatoes, comedy is rather the dessert, a bit like meringue.

The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.

Ankles are nearly always neat and good-looking, but knees are nearly always not.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it.

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

I know from personal experience how damaging it can be to live with bitterness and unforgiveness. I like to say it’s like taking poison and hoping your enemy will die. And it really is that harmful to us to live this way.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn’t everything.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

The beginnings and ends of shadow lie between the light and darkness and may be infinitely diminished and infinitely increased. Shadow is the means by which bodies display their form. The forms of bodies could not be understood in detail but for shadow.

There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

I don’t think it’s a good advert for any restaurant, a fat chef, and secondly, who wants to eat a dessert when the chef’s a fat pig.

The pause between the errors and trials of the day and the hopes of the night.

I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.

Sometimes, it’s just easier to say yes to that extra snack or dessert, because frankly, it is exhausting to keep saying no. It’s exhausting to plead with our kids to eat just one more bite of vegetables.

A cherub’s face, a reptile all the rest.

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

Nothing is further than earth from heaven, and nothing is nearer than heaven to earth.