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Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword
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bravery
courage
love
remorse
betrayal
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Oscar Wilde |
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But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.
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sorrow
sorry
stephen-king
remorse
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Stephen King |
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Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
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karma
death
deserved
louis
lestat
lestat-de-lioncourt
remorse
punishment
vampire
hell
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Anne Rice |
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Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
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sorrow
witch
remorse
guilt
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Gregory Maguire |
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I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.
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bottle
life
days
remorse
running
drunk
remember
forget
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Mitch Albom |
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Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
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life
errors
remorse
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Charlotte Brontë |
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In my terms, I settled for the realities of life, and submitted to its necessities: if this, then that, and so the years passed. In Adrian's terms, I gave up on life, gave up on examining it, took it as it came. And so, for the first time, I began to feel a more general remorse - a feeling somewhere between self-pity and self-hatred - about my whole life. All of it. I had lost the friends of my youth. I had lost the love of my wife. I had abandoned the ambitions I had entertained. I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded - and how pitiful that was.
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reality
compromise
self-pity
remorse
regret
memory
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Julian Barnes |
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Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more--he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool,--all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!
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remorse
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Victor Hugo |
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It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.
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remorse
principles
regret
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life. To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone you love, instead of on unkindness - that is a very terrible thing.
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punishments
undo-past-mistakes
undone
unkindness
looking-back
remorse
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Enid Blyton |
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"Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. "Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands"; (slowly twisting the lilac stalks) "You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see." I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea."
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youth
remorse
tea
nostalgia
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T.S. Eliot |
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Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.
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feelings
slander
remorse
privacy
judgement
insults
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual destruction, perpetual divorce, perpetual adieu. It's like , it's a koan. It's like falling in love and being smashed over and over again.' 'You do, then, fall in love.' 'Only with fictions, I love players, but actors are so ephemeral. And then there's waiting for the perfect part, and being offered it the day after you've committed yourself to something utterly rotten. The remorse, and the envy and the jealousy. An old actor told me if I wanted to stay in the trade I had better kill off envy and jealousy at the start.
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theatre
jealousy
love
remorse
regret
hamlet
theater
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Iris Murdoch |
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In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling.
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sorrow
remorse
regret
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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n s`yt lkhf 'Slk fln y`wd `lyk dhlk l blndm
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remorse
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Jeffrey Archer |
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I wander cowboy sidewalks of wood, wearing a too-small hat, filled with remorse for the many lives I failed to lead.
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pathetic-people
reflection-on-life
remorse
regret
failure
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George Saunders |
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Here the first of the things that happened, happened. The first of the things important enough to notice and to remember afterward, among a great many trifling but kindred ones that were not. Some so slight they were not more than gloating, zestful glints of eye or curt hurtful gestures. (Once he accidentally poured a spurt of scalding tea on the back of a waitress' wrist, by not waiting long enough for the waitress to withdraw her hand in setting the cup down, and by turning his head momentarily the other way. The waitress yelped, and he apologized, but he showed his teeth as he did so, and you don't show your teeth in remorse).
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remorse
sadist
omen
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Cornell Woolrich |
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Without guilt or remorse, shame was an empty emotion. Indeed, shame would not be shame.
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remorse
shame
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Sylvain Reynard |
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"With the first jolt he was in daylight; they had left the gateways of King's Cross, and were under blue sky. Tunnels followed, and after each the sky grew bluer, and from the embankment at Finsbury Park he had his first sight of the sun. It rolled along behind the eastern smokes -- a wheel, whose fellow was the descending moon -- and as yet it seemed the servant of the blue sky, not its lord. He dozed again. Over Tewin Water it was day. To the left fell the shadow of the embankment and its arches; to the right Leonard saw up into the Tewin Woods and towards the church, with its wild legend of immortality. Six forest trees -- that is a fact -- grow out of one of the graves in Tewin churchyard. The grave's occupant -- that is the legend -- is an atheist, who declared that if God existed, six forest trees would grow out of her grave. These things in Hertfordshire; and farther afield lay the house of a hermit -- Mrs. Wilcox had known him -- who barred himself up, and wrote prophecies, and gave all he had to the poor. While, powdered in between, were the villas of business men, who saw life more steadily, though with the steadiness of the half-closed eye. Over all the sun was streaming, to all the birds were singing, to all the primroses were yellow, and the speedwell blue, and the country, however they interpreted her, was uttering her cry of "now. " She did not free Leonard yet, and the knife plunged deeper into his heart as the train drew up at Hilton. But remorse had become beautiful."
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travel
blue
remorse
flowers
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E.M. Forster |
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Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days, it'd die of remorse on the third--
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remorse
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Malcolm Lowry |
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Lo, God! I am Thy handiwork. I have sinned and have done great evil, yet I am still Thy handiwork, who hath made me what I am. So, though I may not undo that which I have done, yet I may, with Thy aid, do better hereafter than I have done heretofore.
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god
repentance
remorse
sin
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Howard Pyle |
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And so, for the first time, I began to feel a more general remorse--a feeling somewhere between self-pity and self-hatred--about my whole life.
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life
self-pity
the-sense-of-an-ending
remorse
regret
self-hatred
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Julian Barnes |
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If there is any fruitless mental torment which is greater than that of jealousy it is perhaps remorse. Even the pains of loss may be less searching; and often of course these agonies combine, as now they did for me. I say remorse not repentance. I doubt if I have ever experienced repentance in a pure form; perhaps it does not exist in a pure form. Remorse contains guilt, but helpless hopeless guilt which knows of no cure for the painful bite.
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jealousy
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
torment
repentance
remorse
guilt
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Iris Murdoch |
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"Mother's intentions were always sound, never muddy; I don't imagine that she troubled herself to feel very guilty. But the Rev. Mr. Merrill was a man who took to wallowing in guilt; his remorse, after all, was all he had to cling to-especially after his scant courage left him, and he was forced to acknowledge that he would never be brave enough to abandon his miserable wife and children for my mother. He would continue to torture himself, of course, with the insistent and self-destructive notion that he loved my mother. I suppose that his "love" of my mother was as intellectually detached from feeling and action as his "belief" was also subject to his immense capacity for remote and unrealistic interpretation. My mother was a healthier animal; when he said he wouldn't leave his family for her, she simply put him out of her mind and went on singing. But as incapable as he was of a heartfelt response to a real situation, the Rev. Mr. Merrill was tirelessly capable of thinking; he pondered and brooded and surmised and second-guessed my mother to death."
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remorse
thinking
guilt
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John Irving |
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It's difficult the first time you have to get close to kill another. You see their eyes, see the light in it go out. Even a troll's eyes have that light. I'd be worried if you didn't feel something after that. I don't like hunting with a man who's a killer without that feeling.
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killing
remorse
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Raymond E. Feist |
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"Daddy thinks history starts fresh every day, every minute, that time itself begins with the feelings he's having right now. That's how he keeps betraying us, why he roars at us with such conviction. We have to stand up to that, and say, at least to ourselves, that what he's done before is still with us, still right here in this room until there's true remorse. Nothing will be right until there's that." "He looks so, sort of, weakened." "Weakened is not enough. Destroyed isn't enough. He's got to repent and feel humiliation and regret. I won't be satisfied until he knows what he is." "Do we know what we are?" "We know we aren't him. We know that to that degree we don't yet deserve the lowest circle of hell."
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family
humiliation
repentance
remorse
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Jane Smiley |
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Please God, whatever I was I am no longer....All is forgotten, if not forgiven--it could have come to that. But I don't trust the thought. I don't know if it's because it would be too easy or too terrible to imagine no one cares anymore.
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time
self-knowledge
remorse
insignificance
memory
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Tim Winton |