Ann Voskamp Quotes

I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

I still got the nasty in me.

Why would you choose being bitter over choosing to make music? Being bitter is gross. It doesn't amount to anything.

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.

I can hold on to that, that bitterness and that anger. It won't get me anywhere.

I am prone to envy. It is one of my three default emotions, the others being greed and rage. I have also experienced compassion and generosity, but only fleetingly and usually while drunk, so I have little memory.

My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?

Sadness is very close to hate.

I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

Resentment or grudges do no harm to the person against whom you hold these feelings but every day and every night of your life, they are eating at you.

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.

Bitterness is the trap that snares the hunter

Resentment and gratitude cannot coexist, since resentment blocks the perception and experience of life as a gift. My resentment tells me that I don't receive what I deserve. It always manifests itself in envy.

Hatred, jealousy, and fear hinder peace of mind. When you're angry or unforgiving, for example, your mental suffering is constant. It is better to forgive than to spoil your peace of mind with ill feelings.

Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language.

The jealous have but moments of Delight for years of Pain.

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

What do you get out of hating people, out of having this bitterness in your heart always?

...hate suits him better than forgiveness. Immersed in hate, he doesn't have to do anything; he can be paralyzed, and the rigidty of hatred makes a kind of shelter for him.

Toby Zeigler: There's literally no one in the world I don't hate right now.

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.