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You expect certain things to always be there, like the bakery on the corner, or the boy you grew up with. But when the very ground can eat you alive without warning, what's to say the ocean won't dry up? Or the stars won't suddenly shut off? Nothing is forever.
It's called a culling song. In some ancient culture, they sang it to children during famines or droughts, anytime the tribe had outgrown its land. It was sung to warriors injured in accidents or the very old or anyone dying. It was used to end misery and pain. It's a lullaby.
And you find some way to survive And you find out you don't have to be happy at all.. To be happy you're alive.
If I lived forever, who knows what I would do?" he continues. "I would certainly get better at the piano. I would try to learn how to paint. I think I would try to read all the books I haven’t read. When I was a child, the house was full of books — the walls were lined with bookshelves — and I remember looking up at them once and thinking, ‘I wonder if I’ll ever be able to read all those books?’ and my mother said, ‘It’s all right; you’ve got loads of time.’ But actually we don’t have that much time — I know I won’t. There will be things I’ll miss out on.
She clasped his hands and pressed her lips to them. 'I want you to be proud of me,' he repeated. She dropped his hands, feeling defeated.
I guess bittersweet is probably my favorite tone, as a lover of Woody Allen and Federico Fellini and the French New Wave. You know, old Hollywood, sad movies. I guess it's my picture of suburban life, a lot of it being very, very lonely. I wanted to have that infused into the feeling of it.
I love that feeling of when it's touching and it makes you happy but there's a melancholy or bittersweet glaze to it.
The machines of this place are failing, and the woman and I are here all alone. The perpetual motion engine, as brilliant and beautiful as it is, is running down—nothing lasts forever. But before this little world falls out of the sky there still might be time enough for redemption. There is still time for me to say the words that I should have had the courage to say at the beginning. There is still time, perhaps, for one more miracle. Hello, Miranda.
Michel De Montaigne
We feel a kind of bittersweet pricking of malicious delight in contemplating the misfortunes of others.
Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.
It's quite highly possible that I have peaked. I mean, I just can't imagine what else I could do beyond this. It's really a bittersweet kind of feeling.
I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.
We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account.
I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.
When Life is Well say THANK YOU & CELEBRATE, and when life is Bitter say THANK YOU & GROW.
With you I'd dance in the rain in my best dress, fearless
She said that everything that disappeared from our side went over to theirs, where they kept living normal lives, waiting for the things still lingering with us to join them, and make the world whole once more.
The hope in her voice now made me think of a flower growing in shadow.
But homegirl don’t know jack about hockey!
Even though we’re no longer dating and haven’t spoken in awhile, I still look him up to make sure he’s doing alright.
You are the beautiful half of a golden hurt.
I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now. I suppose life always ends badly for almost everybody. We must have long fingers and catch at whatever we can while it is passing near us.
You'ld think I'ld be used to saying good bye to you by now.
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
You are the illness I will never cure. You are the poem I will never write. You are the thought I will never finish. You are the text I will never read.
my own chocolate center has filled up with poison, the roses he gave me all twisted black
Hannah Lillith Assadi
I knew beauty for me would only ever be derived from loss.
It's called a culling song. In some ancient cultures, they sang it to children during famines or droughts, anytime the tribe had outgrown its land. It was sung to warriors injured in accidents or the very old or anyone dying. It was used to end misery and pain. It's a lullaby.
The chilling thought occurred to me that breaking up with someone you love to criticize might be the only way to save yourself from becoming unlovable
In life, there are those relationships where you really love someone, but they're just not right for you and there's a little bittersweet feel to it.
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin' Funny when you're dead how people start listenin
One day I won’t be in love with you, I’ll just love you and the occasional thought of you might cross my mind, but it’ll be bittersweet.
I was bitter. He was sweet. And in a parallel universe, we were bittersweet.
It's a good story,' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.' 'Please,' I said. And then he did.
He had big plans for you," I said with tears rolling down my face. "That's why it took so long." Sir Alistair stopped and looked back, looking with affection at Marco, Yipes, and me. "We all play our part. Some roles just dray on a little more than others.
between your arms it was to die to feel your warmth the bliss of your heart it was my life
I found it not inappropriate that the years of frustration and grief and loss, of work and conflict and painful resurrection, should have led me through their dark and devious ways to this new beginning.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
Every reader should ask himself periodically “Toward what end, toward what end?”—but do not ask it too often lest you pass up the fun of programming for the constipation of bittersweet philosophy.
The two of us are lIke sunshine and the rain. Together... We are the wellspring of all life. But between us, there will will bloom no flowers. We shall bear no fruit. For us, all of time... Shall be evergreen. "And that's fine. I will be here always. To you... I give eternity." Hotaka
Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.
To me, the human experience does involve a great deal of anguish. It's joyful, but it's bittersweet. I just think that's life.
Elles ont le corps pulpeux là où le regard mâle cherche du rebondi, quelque chose de ferme, doux et chaud pour remplir une paume rêche, rarement propre à cause des travaux manuels qui ne sont pas le lot des maîtres au village. Le type usé cherche un corps jeune pour essuyer ses mains crottées d'homme vaillant, un corps-torchon qui sent bon la vanille importée, la mauvaise gousse taillée, puis frottée entre les seins et à l'attache des bras qui n'a pas connu le fil du couteau sur la veine la plus apparente, celle qui pisserait rouge si on la tranchait dans le sens de la mort.
My style of comedy is very real and bittersweet, and sort of always on the verge of kind of being tragic.
Sentimental outbreaks are like liquorice; when first you suck it, it's not bad, but afterwards it leaves a very nasty taste in the mouth.
I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there’s always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appreciation when you look from the top and understand how fast it can all come crashing down — it’s more than beautiful and more than words could ever explain.
I stood in my garden as the rain poured down, eyes closed, and when I opened them I thought to myself how I'd never seen anything more beautiful. Green flashed before my eyes; trees, leaves and grass, glittering with raindrops, the tears of angels weeping with sadness and joy; green, the colour of love, to remind me why I'm here.
But lives were long, and people changed.
Having more exposure is kind of a bittersweet thing for me, honestly, because it's nice to have a little more job security in life now.
I realized I loved him after everything went wrong so I wallowed in self-pity and prayed I could wake up.