A Quote by James Holman

Illness is merely the bitter, which a wise Providence mingles in the cup of life. — © James Holman
Illness is merely the bitter, which a wise Providence mingles in the cup of life.
For drinking Life there are two cups: The No Cup is bitter, the Yes Cup is yummy -- Now, which one would you rather have in your tummy?
Many people are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed; they chew the bitter pill which they would not even know to be bitter if they had the sense to swallow it whole in a cup of patience and water.
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.
Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of hot chocolate had vinegar added to it and were placed in a refrigerator for several hours.
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.
Even in misery we love to be foremost, to have the bitter in our cup acknowledged as more bitter than that of others.
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
All suffering is caused by the illusion of separateness, which generates fear and self-hatred, which eventually causes illness. You are the master of your life. You can do much more than you thought you could, including cure yourself of a "terminal illness".
Of all the gifts that wise Providence grants us to make life full and happy, friendship is the most beautiful.
Life is like a cup of coffee or tea. No matter how bitter it may be, it is always enjoyable.
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!
Wise cultivated, genial conversation is the last flower of civilization, and the best result which life has to offer us,--a cup for gods, which has no repentance. Conversation is our account of ourselves. All we have, all we can, all we know, is brought into play, and as the reproduction in finer form, of all our havings.
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
... bringing up daughters for nothing but marriage, mingles poison in the cup of domestic life, is traitorous to the virtue of both sexes, for neither suffers alone--is adverse to the happiness, to the development of conscience and to religion, and introduces to the dwellings of wretchedness and despair. The result of this degradation is pride, intemperance, licentiousness--nay, every vice, misery, and degradation.
[it's about] being bitter but patient with your own bitterness so you could learn to be wise and be kind of returned to whatever innocence you might have once had before you became bitter.
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