Quotes Bittersweet Novels & Stories

Short, sweet and to the point. Like fate was speaking to her, a modern remake of Elton John's "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word" began playing over the bar's stereo system. Chrissie hummed along with the familiar tune. Below the two words she'd written, she absentmindedly jotted down some of the lyrics. "...It's sad, so sad...It's a sad, sad situation...and it's getting more and more absurd...it's sad, so sad...why can't we talk it over...oh, it seems to me...that sorry seems to be the hardest word..."

So why is my heart aching for her? ''Were you not friends?'' ''Well no, she was desperate to ruin you and I needed someone like that so.'' ''So you are a psycho who capitalizes on people's pain.'' ''Yes, hun. Especially your pain.'' "Why are you doing this?" My voice quivers, the pain and terror that have become my constant companions seeping into my words. "Why me?" Sandra's expression is a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, a storm of bitterness and longing that chills me to the bone. We sit in heavy silence, the tension between us almost suffocating, before her lips curl into a bitter smile.

He had thought that their last two days here would end up being a bad holiday, but who would have thought that it would all end this sweet. ***

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

I widened my eyes in disbelief and retorted, "I'm not attractive? I thought I was considered a little beauty, at least!" "You're not attractive. Quentin is more attractive than you." "That's a lover's perspective. Haven't you heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" Quentin Bennett furrowed his brow. "Enough, stop talking, shut up." Both Briella Cortez and I fell silent. I chose to gaze peacefully out of the window, while she obediently continued driving. --- Today, Quentin Bennett's job was to shoot an endorsement, and upon arriving at the location, I couldn't hide my disdain.

Chen Wei, however, remained firm, refusing to budge the camera lest he provoke the powerful men in the room. A Song of Bittersweet Truths Zoe J.’s voice filled the room, carrying the melody of a classic that had once haunted every street corner and karaoke room. "I cannot help you predict if compromising will be useful... If he always holds an umbrella for others, why should you bother waiting for him in the rain?" The lyrics resonated deeply with the listeners, both online and in the suite, stirring memories of lost time, joy, pain, and regret. "Happy breakup, I wish you happiness, you can find someone better... Happy breakup, please be happy, only by waving goodbye to the wrong one can you

He’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.

She’s the sweet in the bitter. She’s the heart I never had.

“They’re clearly acting. You can practically smell the desperation.” Sophia raises an eyebrow, arms crossed, lips pressed together. But she doesn’t say a word. She’s letting him speak. Kenneth looks at her, his voice lowering to something he probably thinks is charming. “Darling, you’re Sophia. Class. Elegance. Status. You shine even when you’re silent.” He turns to me now, and I feel it coming. The poison behind his words. Then—he says it. “What would I want with an illiterate?”

I fucking love that girl! I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the middle of the stairway, drowning in my problems.