Bitterness Envy Quotes Novels & Stories

Kapag inutos, sunod kaagad. "Mapait gaya mo, bitter. Walang asukal, tulad mong walang sweetness kahit tungkol saan." Bulong ko habang nagtitimpla. "Mainit na kape, kasing init ng ulo mo araw-araw at kabaligtaran naman ng cold mong personality."

malamig na sagot ng lalaki sa kan'ya sabay patay ng tawag na mas lalong ikinausok ng kan'yang ilong. "The more you hate, the more you crave," parang naririnig n'ya ang pagkantyaw sa kan'ya ng kan'yang isip ng mga oras na iyon na ikinainit ng kan'yang pisngi. "Damn you Blyth Julianna! Stop your nonsense!" kastigo n'ya sa sarili na parang timang na nakikipag-away sa kan'yang sarili.

She looked at him smiling and just brushed it off. "Don't mind what I'm saying. It’s already in the past, so I’m leaving it there. However, I have a few words to say before this interview ends," she said, signaling Vivian. "Live your life to the fullest. Don’t end up becoming bad because of jealousy, envy, or hatred. Choose yourself and be a better version of you. And don't let obsession rule over you." Matapos niyang sabihin ang mga salitang iyon, tumayo si Veronica at nag-bow sa mga tao bilang pag-respeto at pasasalamat sa mga ito.

But he used to act so differently; he used to be immature, impetuous, and inconsiderate. Why is it so difficult to let go of the pain of the past? What keeps us stuck on this never-ending merry-go-round of self-pity and wishing harm on those who have harmed us? Bitterness is a strong emotion that is defined as wrath and bitterness about being treated unfairly. If left unchecked, it has the potential to inflict far more harm than you can imagine, and the worst thing is that the majority of the harm will be done to you, not the one who wounded you.

Napa-ngisi ako. "You're an immature fetus." "You're an immature bitch." I sipped on my coffee. Another day, another fuck day. "Neglected." "Unloved." Oh, c'mon. Stop teasing me, bitch. Bubuhusan na kita ng kape. "Your mother loves your other more than you. And, she even denied you to the whole world." Is she really testing me?

“Really? For your info Mr. Bismuth Da Silva… I’m not your friend, even your brothers, oh—let me rephrase that! Hahaha I don’t have ANY friends! No one will be my friend because friendship is bullshit! Got that?” “J-ja… (Yes)” “Think before you speak Bismuth. I’m not a superhero to save you because I’ll be the one who will kill you. Remember that.” “Forlat (Sorry) “ Kapag sinabi ko pa naman, tinotoo ko. That is me. I’m a bitch, demon and all other terms of a bad person. I killed so many people but I don’t feel anything. Maybe the right term is… I’m happy to see dying people, pleasing me and killing them with my hands.

Lumapit siya sa desk ko, naglalakad nang mahinahon, na parang wala lang nangyari. “Thank you,” mahina kong sabi na halatang nahihiya ako. Tumingin siya sa akin at ngumiti. “Don’t mention it. I can’t stand people like them.” Ngumiti ako nang bahagya. “I don’t even know why they hate me so much.” She shrugged. “Envy, maybe. Some people can’t handle seeing others succeed. But you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, Aika. Just keep doing your job well.”

Pagod na pagod si Nevaeh. Masakit ang kanyang mga braso, balikat, at mga palad. Ngunit higit sa pisikal na pagod, mas mabigat ang kaguluhan sa kanyang isip. Sa pag-alala sa lahat ng nangyari nitong mga nakaraang taon, hindi niya napigilang magsalita. “Sven…” Mahina ngunit seryoso ang kanyang boses. “I really hate people who use gratitude to manipulate others.”

napaiwas ako ng tingin dahil sa sinabi nito. "Actually, I envy you," she uttered, her voice laden with bitterness and longing. "Because no matter how painful it is, you can still muster a genuine smile. You have a supportive family and friends; you are so lucky... and your son. Think about him, it's not just you who lost, he did too." Her words hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me with a mix of guilt and resentment. She was right—I shouldn't bear the blame alone. It was his fault, his deception that shattered our lives into a million irreparable pieces.

It was a scene ripped from a fairytale, a perfect family portrait that mocked my own desolate existence. A bitter taste flooded my mouth. Envy, sharp and corrosive, ate away at me. It wasn't just the wealth, the sprawling mansion, the effortless grace of their lives. It was the love, the genuine, unadulterated affection that bound them together. Something I had never known, something I craved with a ferocity that bordered on madness.