Best 120 quotes in «bittersweet quotes» category

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.

Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.

Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still.

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.

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.

Reaching the summit of K2 was an incredible experience, but I would trade it in a heartbeat to have Dan back.

She smiled. She was happy, yet sad. Life had never been more bittersweet. She looked at the sunset. The pink sky was sinking into the deep blue ocean. It was almost as if the sky knew it was making a mistake, digging its own grave. But for a moment there, at the very moment before diving into the darkness of the sea, on the golden horizon, the sky shone brighter than it ever had. It was glorious in its five seconds of fame. It was serendipitously happy, like all its life had led to that moment. And then it died into the sea, content.

The girl must be looking for another hot-fudge shower," Ellen said. Then she, too, advanced on Leesha.

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time.

Three, 300, or 3,000 - these are the number of unknown days, each far too little and yet too much at the same time, to see an irrevocably declined loved one languish and suffer, with that bittersweet release lingering in the doorway, but never quite being sent all the way in, to comfort and carry our loved one to that Better Place.” ― Connie Kerbs

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.

Stoker to Veronica. I thought it was love but I was so very wrong. I have never known love at least not until..... I thought at some point I would have a great love like that. A woman fashioned by the gods just for me as I had been made just for her. That we would find each other. That she was waiting for me but I did not wait for her. I married a base metal when the gods had  promised me gold.

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

The hope in her voice now made me think of a flower growing in shadow.

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.

...the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.

...the sweetness of grace and freedom comes hand in hand with the uncomfortable, bitter-rawness of honest emotions and grief.

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

Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.

We are nothing but shadows Fading away Trying to hold on to This bittersweet life That we call our own...

We looked into one another's eyes, and I think we both knew in that instant that the past was behind us. We could never be to each other what we had been once.

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.

We weren’t that different after all, our souls laden with the same ache of loss, our hearts bursting with the same longing to save what remained of all we loved.

We were in ways I can’t seem to grasp. We moved like fluid, scattering our love throughout each other. We moved along, out of our eyes and through our veins. It was unintentionally and in turn, unconditionally.

With you I'd dance in the rain in my best dress, fearless

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.

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.

You'ld think I'ld be used to saying good bye to you by now.

After 30 novels, release day is still a thrill. Its always a little bittersweet, too.

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.

Victory is always bittersweet.

Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?

Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.' My plan was indeed to stay there forever.

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. We return to face our superiors, our kindred, our friends--those whom we obey, and those whom we love; but even they who have neither, the most free, lonely, irresponsible and bereft of ties,--even those for whom home holds no dear face, no familiar voice,--even they have to meet the spirit that dwells within the land, under its sky, in its air, in its valleys, and on its rises, in its fields, in its waters and its trees--a mute friend, judge, and inspirer.

We were both smiling, in that bittersweet way one does when imagining something the heart longs for and the head would dread.

What I used to be will pass away and then you'll see That all I want now is happiness for you and me

When Life is Well say THANK YOU & CELEBRATE, and when life is Bitter say THANK YOU & GROW.

You are the beautiful half of a golden hurt.

You cannot drink the nectar of love without bleeding for its thorns.

At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.

Clearly it is not the lovelorn sufferer who seeks solace in chocolate, but rather the chocolate-deprived individual, who, desperate, seeks in mere love a pale approximation of bittersweet euphoria.

I believe love is bittersweet, especially young love.

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.

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.

If you begin to face your fears, something bittersweet is going to happen to you: You'll grow up.

I love that feeling of when it's touching and it makes you happy but there's a melancholy or bittersweet glaze to it.

I was raped by a doctor. Which is, you know, so bittersweet for a Jewish girl.

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.

Life is bittersweet. Inside our heads, if we're lucky, we're the same kids as we were when we were young.