That bitterness eats your heart out; it is poison, dry rot.
"The Underdogs" by Mariano Azuela
Dost thou ask at Me why I and My Father have seen it good to allow the dregs of thy sinfulness still to corrupt and to rot in thine heart?
"Bunyan Characters - Third Series The Holy War" by Alexander Whyte
You've been wasting your gratitude: my kind heart is all rot.
"Heartbreak House" by George Bernard Shaw
I don't care to abuse my profession, but rot me if in my heart I am not inclined to the poet's side.
"Joseph Andrews, Vol. 2" by Henry Fielding
He then takes her pulse and says, 'it is the water of love that is rotting her heart like a poison.
"The Loves of Krishna in Indian Painting and Poetry" by W. G. Archer
It was during this period of deflagration and dry rot that the Eastern owners of the railroad lost heart.
"The Taming of Red Butte Western" by Francis Lynde
Permit a nation's mind to be poisoned, and that nation's heart must rot.
"The Young Priest's Keepsake" by Michael Phelan
I'd rather have hell burning at my heart as it burns now than what you've got rotting at yours, young Surtaine.
"The Clarion" by Samuel Hopkins Adams
The trees are now in fairly good condition but many are affected with heart-rot.
"Northern Nut Growers Association Report of the Proceedings at the" by Various
But Mr Frampton added yet another blow at the very heart of the dry-rot before the week was out.
"A Dog with a Bad Name" by Talbot Baines Reed
It has long ago rotted the heart out of the Southern people.
"The Clansman" by Thomas Dixon
The heart wood seems practically indestructible by rot.
"Old Plymouth Trails" by Winthrop Packard
The heart must be tenanted or it falls out of repair and rots.
"Just Around the Corner" by Fannie Hurst
Rot me, Steenie, you've not got the heart of a mouse.
"A Blot on the Scutcheon" by May Wynne
The honorable fibers of his being were disintegrating; his heart was rotting in the man.
"The Sea Bride" by Ben Ames Williams
The tree is rotting and weakening from the heart.
"With Fire and Sword" by Henryk Sienkiewicz
Turn, my hungers!
For once make a deliberate decision.
There are brains that rot here
like black bananas.
Hearts have grown as flat as dinner plates.
"Flee On Your Donkey" by Anne Sexton
Sting our weak hearts with bitter shame,
Bear us along with thee like flame;
And prove that even to destroy
More God-like may be than to toy
And rust or rot in idle joy!
"Storm and Calm" by Henry Timrod
If you, with words celestial, stopped these kings
For sober conclave, ere their battle great,
Would they for one deep instant then discern
Their crime, their heart-rot, and their fiend's estate?
"Above The Battle's Front" by Vachel Lindsay