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I then observe how haggard they look. Jane is much heavier and is wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck. Her hair is fuller but quite gray. Rob looks extremely tired and is sitting in a slouch; his face is not fat but fleshy — almost dissipated. He is smoking one cigarette after another. They both look bitter and not very happy.

Jane and Rob glance at each other and laugh — a nasty, bitter laugh. ‘She still works all day at the taxi company’ Rob says, “and I work too. Want to come home and see the paintings I’ve done?’

They looked like bloated, bitter copies of us, at a later age. The woman was much stouter than I but bore a striking resemblance to me. The man could have been Rob’s twin, but older, with a face marked by disillusion. They frightened me badly. I kept thinking, “God, we could end up looking like that,” and, in a strange way, I felt that they were us, in some terrible future.

The affair is also a lesson to you when you think negatively, showing you the results of such negative thoughts, followed without letup — and, in fact, followed in spite of redeeming actions that would change events. The other couple, for example, ignored the contact with me. The negative and bitter qualities of personality came fully to the fore, uncompromised and unredeemed by the fulfilling and creative functions that they had also smothered.

[...] He loves you so deeply that he never wants to admit that you are hurt, bitter or sad. [...]

[...] He felt also that you chastised him and held it against him bitterly. [...]

You have also picked up your father’s bitterness. [...]

[...] There is a bitterness picked up from your family, working here. [...]

[...] In secret parts of yourself this does cause some considerable bitterness that works to your disadvantage. [...]

[...] Although at times you would consciously want them, the hidden bitterness intruded. [...]

He tempers the bitterness with understanding more than he realizes however, and because of his particular sense of right and wrong, he overly blames himself for what bitterness he has. [...]

[...] His loyalty to you is unswerving, as unfortunately many of his bitter attitudes toward those in his past are unswerving.

[...] She was primarily bitter, and that bitterness lashed out at anyone, with Ruburt the nearest target. [...]

[...] He tried to restrain Marie in her expressions of bitterness. [...]

I suggest however that you freely express both bitterness and discontent when you feel them, whenever possible. [...] If you are in a position where this is difficult now then imagine the bitterness or discontent is a football, and you are kicking it with all your might. [...]

You have not expressed your bitterness in anything like an adequate fashion. [...]

[...] You began by wanting to express withheld bitterness, often explosively. [...]

You have always wanted some land of your own, and have been bitter that you did not have it. Subconsciously you are also bitter because you could have nearly purchased a place of your own with the money that you used to help your father purchase your family home.

[...] B) Stop indulging in bitter and negative projections into the future. [...] Stop reminding yourself of how bitter your present experience is. [...]

[...] They are not meant to be bitter as vinegar. [...]

[...] More bitter weather is predicted for the weekend.

[...] The fluids represent bitterness that you will not let go of, and so you must tell yourself that your inner self possesses the answers—as it does—that it will guide you... You can therefore afford to let the bitterness go, for the bitterness is your enemy... [...]

When he sips of it, as you have sipped of it, and as all conscientious human beings sip of it, then indeed the taste is bitter. [...]

It becomes bitter and mortally frightened, with no place to turn, and it sickens the body, and shrivels, and concentrates more and more upon the morbid aspects of its environment, until it cannot even appreciate the splendid accomplishment of itself, and the joys that are peculiarly part of the ego.

[...] On the other hand she knows subconsciously that the need is actually counterfeit, and she resents this bitterly. [...]

The betrayal to her would be bitter. [...]

The images you saw were of older, weary selves, the lines of frustration and bitterness clearly written in the features, and apparent in the bodies’ bearings.

[...] You faced the bitterness head on, and saw it objectified. [...]

Lose any bitterness that you may have toward others, for this bitterness is holding you back. [...]

[...] But he is bitter against it, and wants what it has to offer despite himself. [...]

To some extent he projects his understandable but regrettable bitterness upon her, and then imagines that she aims it at Ruburt. [...]

[...] He is not capable of hurting anyone deliberately, even someone he dislikes bitterly.

[...] Sensing of course the bitterness that he felt because she was not a boy—incidentally this is a strong subconscious motive—this caused her to bear him three sons to help allay his bitterness. [...]

Much love was bestowed upon the boy, Dick, and at his death Throckmorton was all the more bitter against this eldest child. [...]

[...] The intensity of the peaceful images or thoughts unfortunately rarely match the intensity of the bitterness, you see. [...]

[...] This reminded me of the bitterly cold days when I did the same thing years ago while working at Artistic Card Company—the job that brought us to Elmira. [...]

[...] It left a bitter taste. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s brains however gave him much more leeway than his mother’s beauty gave her, and his intellect came with a counterpart—an intuitional and psychic counterpart that enriched it and kept it from becoming bitter or even ingrown.