An injured friend is the bitterest of foes.
An injured friend is the bitterest of foes.
This is the bitterest pain among men, to have much knowledge but no power.
The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
When indignation takes possession of his mind and it is easily excited his disposition becomes malevolent. He hates with the bitterest contempt. But as soon as he has indulged those feelings, he regains the humanity which he had lost from the immediate impulse of provocation and repents deeply. So that his mind is continually making the most sudden transitions from good to evil, from evil to good. A state of such perpetual tumult must be attended with the misery of restless inconsistency. He laments his want of tranquillity and speaks of the power of application to composing studies, as a blessing placed beyond his attainment, which he regrets.
An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
Of all men's miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.
By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
There are three methods to gaining wisdom. The first is reflection, which is the highest. The second is limitation, which is the easiest. The third is experience, which is the bitterest.
Sibling rivalry sometimes leads to the bitterest competition.
Some men are more beholden to their bitterest enemies than to friends who appear to be sweetness itself. The former frequently tell the truth, but the latter never.
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.
Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love,
Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity; so fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends
And interjoin their issues.
Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife A bad, the bitterest curse of human life.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories