The fairest things have fleetest end,/ Their scent survives their close:/ But the rose's scent is bitterness/ To him that loved the rose!

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

Oh Sweet Bitterness!I will soothe you and heal youI will bring you rosesI too have been covered with thorns.

For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.

Certain people, in their eagerness to construct a world no external threat can penetrate build exaggeratedly high defense againts the outside world, againts new people, new places, different experiences and leave their own world stripped bare. It is there that bitterness begins irrevocable work.