bittersweet experience Quotes

O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

Few pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.

Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

It's all a terrible tragedy. And yet, in it's details, it's great fun. And - apart from the tragedy - I've never felt happier or better in my life than in those days in Belgium.

From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.

I could hear the knock and whistle of the water pipes, the purr of the calico cat. And at that moment a happiness filled me that was pure and perfect and yet it was bled with despair - as if I had been handed a cup of ambrosial nectar to drink from and knew that once I finished drinking, the cup would be withdrawn forever, and nothing to come would ever taste as good.

As in all sweetest music, a tinge of sadness was in every note. Nor do we know how much of the pleasures even of life we owe to the intermingled sorrows. Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths, although deepest truth must be deepest joy.

My love affair with painting is bittersweet.

A happy but miserable state in which man finds himself from time to time; sometimes he believes he is happy by loving, then suddenly he finds how miserable he is. It is all joy, it sweetens life, but it does not last. It comes and goes, but when it is active, there is no greater virtue, because it makes one supremely happy.

The first noticeable thing to me about falling in love for the first time is how physical it is. But I've had it a couple times, so it's not just the first time, which is actually encouraging. It's just you feel like you're being ripped in half and it hurts in the best way. And it's like this dropping pole that also floats and it burns and it's cold. It's like just all every contradictory feeling at once imploding.

That was essential to my journey: the ability to love children while simultaneously having your heart broken.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

every time I've held a rose, It seems I only felt the thorns

I find Australia compelling and vexatious at the best of times; I've never been able to get it out of my system since going there as a young lecturer, and yet however much I love revisiting it, I always feel I have to leave again.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Abba's last tour was a success but awful for me.

For the last episode [of Downton Abbey], you'll need some handkerchiefs. I needed handkerchiefs reading it. It wasn't because it necessarily moved me while reading it, but it was the experience of reading it when I realized it was the last time I was ever going to be reading one of those scripts. That was quite terminal.

We have not an hour of life in which our pleasures relish not some pain, our sours, some sweetness.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

The pain that we feel when we are making love with someone is that we know it will end. It's that paradoxical response of joy and suffering.

There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.

Even knowing the ending was sad, I wouldn't have deprived myself the beauty of the story.