“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And yet these lessons all in all were self-given, and he is actually lucky, for they could have been far more difficult and the fruits of stubbornness could have been more bitter.

[...] There was no doubt the session left me as frustrated and bitter as ever, but at least I had managed to get an admission that the sinful self was still highly active. [...]

[...] In a life just previous to that one however, you were a woman with a bitter tongue, who spoke too often and too harshly, and so you set yourself among other things the task, in the Irish life, of speaking only to music. [...]

[...] When his fingers are full it is because of accumulated bitterness, unspoken. [...]

[...] He was impatient with you at times, for he remembered you as a companion in male pursuits, and bitterly resented your femininity.

[...] I bitterly resent the cutting in the first place, and the time that will be spent away from Mass Events, now, as I do all the work necessary to make our points. [...]

[...] He did fear that you would become bitter if you did not succeed (as a painter), and he sometimes felt that you retreated to the studio away from him, as purposely your father retreated from your mother into the cellar or garage. [...]

[...] The night was very cold; a bitter wind struck at the house again and again, rattling the blinds in the heavy metal awnings on the western side of the living room where we sat.)

[...] The bitter wind banged the metal awnings outside; the local forecast was for a temperature of zero degrees to five/ten below. [...]

[...] The two were bitter adversaries. [...]

[...] If you are ill you may find yourself dwelling upon the misery of your condition, and bitterly envying those who are healthy, bemoaning your state — and therefore perpetuating it through your thoughts.

Neither of us was bitter about such a God’s apparent injustices—we didn’t pay Him that much attention. [...]

(The white coat connection referred to the fact that Jane wore it last Saturday evening, when it was bitter cold. [...]

[...] A person from whom you expect nothing will never earn your bitterness.

[...] Did we look like that—aloof, bitter—only younger? [...]

[...] I finally understood that Jane didn’t want to do any work involving publicity or interviews, and that for years now she’s bitterly—if unwittingly —resisted such demands, and that these unresolved pressures were having a devastating effect upon her physically. [...]

You are secure as long as you put a good portion of energy into painting, but this distortive expectation of yours could end up making you bitter even against your painting; because even when you are pleased with your work, it could tend, definitely, to prevent you, in strong terms, from seeking not only financial reward from it, but other satisfactions as well by preventing you from showing it where such showing in galleries and exhibitions throughout the country is important.

In trying to play down issues, and to avoid dissatisfactions, you have a tendency to store up bitter feelings that are unexpressed. [...]

[...] All of the controlled energy made her somewhat bitter, though she was successful. [...]

[...] They make Bill Gallagher for example more bitter about his life, for he feels cheated of the rewards when he followed the system. [...]

[...] Malba was bitter about this. [...]