Life is bittersweet. Inside our heads, if we're lucky, we're the same kids as we were when we were young.
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.
After 30 novels, release day is still a thrill. Its always a little bittersweet, too.
At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.
Every reader should ask himself periodically “Toward what end, toward what end?”—but do not ask it too often lest you pass up the fun of programming for the constipation of bittersweet philosophy.
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.
Having more exposure is kind of a bittersweet thing for me, honestly, because it's nice to have a little more job security in life now.
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'm not bitter, I'm bittersweet.
I love that feeling of when it's touching and it makes you happy but there's a melancholy or bittersweet glaze to it.
There's nothing good about getting older-absolutely nothing-because the amount of wisdom and experience you gain is negligible compared to what you lose. You do gain a couple of things-you gain a little bittersweet and sour wisdom from your heartbreaks and failures and things-but what you lose is so catastrophic in every way.
To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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.
Life at best is bittersweet.
My style of comedy is very real and bittersweet, and sort of always on the verge of kind of being tragic.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
To me, the human experience does involve a great deal of anguish. It's joyful, but it's bittersweet. I just think that's life.
Unrequited love may be painful, but it is safely painful, because it does not involve inflicting damage on anyone but oneself, a private pain that is as bittersweet as it is self-induced. But as soon as love is reciprocated, one must be prepared to give up the passivity of simply being hurt and take on the responsibility of perpetrating hurt oneself.
I prefer to regard a dessert as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made up, not highly rouged. Holding back, not exposing everything and, of course, with a flavor that lasts.
If you begin to face your fears, something bittersweet is going to happen to you: You'll grow up.