Jean Ingelow Quotes

The memory is like a cat scratching my heart.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

Some carry the burden of bitterness and resentfulness for many years.

Everybody goes through obstacles and problems and issues and turn their backs on people that we are fond of and love just because we hurt; and everybody goes through that.

No one can sustain rage for long. I am still angry and always will be. My dear son was stolen from me and his family to never return. He was killed for profit and lies. How can I not be angry? Sometimes though, the rage comes back.

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

Let me encourage you, if someone has wronged you, and you still get that cringing feeling on the inside when you see or think about that person, take it to God and allow Him to keep your heart soft and sensitive.

You figure that time could heal all wounds, but some people just really hold a crazy grudge.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that's certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there's also this thorniness, these edges that come out.

I recognise why I have such a strong inability to forgive certain people who betray me. It's chiselled in, like a name on a tomb stone.

The worst thing in life is not to die but to live with bitterness.

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

But I don't forget and I don't forgive.

Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely 'I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!' 'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.' 'No, God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned. 'I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I'll plan it out: while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

Nothing may help or heal While Amor incensed remembers wrong.

Acrid bitterness inevitably seeps into the lives of people who harbor grudges and suppress anger, and bitterness is always a poison. It keeps your pain alive instead of letting you deal with it and get beyond it. Bitterness sentences you to relive the hurt over and over.

The betrayal meant he couldn't trust her anymore, and his heart told him he couldn't forgive her.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

Harsh words live in the dungeon of the heart

No tears to damn you when jealousy burns.

But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive ... nor worms forget.