Charles Buxton Quotes

Hatred, revenge, bitterness - these are negative emotions. The person harbouring those emotions suffers more.

I think cruelty is just loneliness disguised as bitterness.

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.

We study biology, physics, movements of glaciers... Where are the classes on envy, feeling wronged, despair, bitterness.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

We all have human emotions that rob our lives.

It would be impossible to estimate how much time and energy we invest in trying to fix, change and deny our emotions - especially the ones that shake us at our very core, like hurt, jealousy, loneliness, shame, rage and grief.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

The hater always suffers more than the object of his hatred.

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

The easiest thing to feel is sadness.

Affliction hardens and discourages us because, like a red hot iron, it stamps the soul to its very depths with the scorn, the disgust, and even the self-hatred and sense of guilt that crime logically should produce but actually does not.

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.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

You have to be careful because those feelings and bitterness can take over and consume in a bad way.

To envy is to draw circles that isolate us from others, to take small, bitter trips that diminish the traveler.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him.

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

Resentment is an extremely bitter diet, I have no desire to make my own toxins.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

It was not the beautiful or pleasant feelings that gave me new insight, but the ones against which I fought most strongly: feelings that made me experience myself as shabby, petty, mean, helpless, humiliated, demanding, resentful or confused, and above all, sad and lonely. It was precisely through these experiences, which I had shunned for so long, that I became certain that I now understood something about my life, stemming from the core of my being, something that I could not have learned from any book.

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.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.