the bitterness [Theme] Page 1

So sit back and take a rest.

The next time you drink black coffee, you will feel its bitterness and sob, but you will never refuse it, because even bitterness is better than nothing.

In what we find joy, in that we find bitterness.

He or it, I don't care about the rules at all. I just want coffee. Coffee is pure desire, ritual, symbol and addiction. I like to watch how the oily liquid pours into the cup, how the dark fills the white. I drink black coffee. The first sip burns with bitterness. The smell is precise, pointy. In a second, I feel how bitterness breaks up into dozens of notes: sweetness, sourness, woody and floral shades that fill every cell of the body with pleasure and penetrate into the very soul.

Bitterness of loss. You can die, but bitterness remains.

Don't try to artificially cheer yourself up when you're sad. Will not help. You will only begin to blame yourself for not getting as good as it should be. Try something else instead. Accept your feelings. Bitterness. Fear. Sadness. Just acknowledge your right to feel that way. And stop worrying about other people's opinions. Stop caring about whether someone approves of you or not. People, even those closest to you, will not live your life for you. And they can't feel for you either.

All in words.

The bitterness of memories does not go anywhere. Since the memories are in your head, and it doesn't matter if it's your memories, or your parents' memories, or your grandparents' memories, this fucking pain becomes a part of you. She stays with you, leaving her mark. It affects your psyche, your attitude towards yourself and towards others.

Despair. Disappointment. Hatred. Bitterness. Sadness. I see the faces of many people who are writhing in the abyss of their own suffering. Hee hee hee! HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Victory is most valuable if you know the bitterness of defeat.

in order to touch the heights of the spirit.

Sometimes the truth is accompanied by tragedy. However, no matter how bitter the truth is ... It would be neglected.

Even rocks and trees have memories. If the object is not used for a long time, it develops a feeling of bitterness.

As soon as I see a life free from suffering, carefully focused on being far away from it, I throw into it all the bitterness of my condemnation, for such a life seems to me infinitely far from the true task of man.