Life at best is bittersweet.
It's kind of bittersweet. The human spirit is not measured by the size of the act, but by the size of the heart.
I don't want to just go to the playoffs, I don't want to go to the playoffs and win the first round, second round, and not win the whole thing because it's bittersweet.
I feel extremely lucky, extremely grateful, and a little bittersweet, too.
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.
I'm profoundly changed. There's a bittersweet emotion that I feel from playing this role. . . . I want the world to be different because I was here. However lofty or crazy or delusional that may sound, I want people's lives to be better because I was here.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
There's always a bittersweet kind of thing, but I feel like everything had to work out the way it is. Everything that had to happen, happened.
My style of comedy is very real and bittersweet, and sort of always on the verge of kind of being tragic.
In life, there are those relationships where you really love someone, but they're just not right for you and there's a little bittersweet feel to it.
Poetry is no more a narcotic than a stimulant; it is a universal bittersweet mixture for all possible household emergencies and its action varies accordingly as it is taken in a wineglass or a tablespoon, inhaled, gargled or rubbed on the chest by hard fingers covered with rings.
I was raped by a doctor. Which is, you know, so bittersweet for a Jewish girl.
Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
I'm thinking of how unexpected and yet oddly preordained life can be. Events are upon you in an instant, unforseen and without warning, and often times marked with disappointment and tragedy, but equally often leading to a better understanding of the bittersweet truth of life.
People return my phone calls now, which is really interesting. I'll tell you what I've learned that's kind of bittersweet. So many doors have opened up. I've met everybody in the business. I'm fortunate people want to work with me.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
As a child, I remember my dad would sometimes drive me into town with him to play pinball machines together. It's a bittersweet memory but also a favorite.
Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.
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