A Quote by Jacqueline Carey

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike. — © Jacqueline Carey
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
You must learn to drink the cup of life as it comes ... without stirring it up from the bottom. That's where the bitter dregs are!
Christ took your cup of grief, your cup of the curse, pressed it to his lips, drank it to its dregs, then filled it with his sweet, pardoning, sympathizing love, and gave it back for you to drink, and to drink forever!
If God has made your cup sweet, drink it with grace; if He has made it bitter, drink it in communion with Him.
Life is a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink the sooner we reach the dregs.
The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.
Preacher who says that the sweet life is made from bitter parts is more or less telling those who have come to mourn the teenage suicide that this is just one bitter ingredient in the sweet thing foreordained by the benevolent god. To which I want to shake my fist and say: There is not one sweet thing about it. It is only bitter.
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.
Eat bitter, taste sweet
Christ has given us, not only the ritual of an ordinance, but the pattern for our lives, when He took the cup, and gave thanks. So common joys become sacraments, enjoyment becomes worship, and the cup which holds the bitter or the sweet skillfully mingled for our lives becomes the cup of blessing and salvation drank in remembrance of Him.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Sometimes, pushing against change only makes it push back twice as hard. But even the most bitter fruit may contain something sweet at its core. A taste you would never have encountered if you had not been willing to endure the bitter first.
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
If the bitter cup does not pass, drink it and be strong, trusting in happier days ahead.
The tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste out sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sout with the same tongue.
I don't drink coffee. I've never had a cup of coffee in my entire life. That's something you probably don't know about me. I've hated the taste since I was a kid.
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