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
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.
Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
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.
Today is non-refundable. Therefore, I’d better live it in a manner that a refund is unnecessary.
Remorse sleeps during prosperity but awakes bitter consciousness during adversity.
I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.
Repentance is not so much remorse for what we have done as the fear of the consequences.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
I don't have a seller's remorse about how I've lived.
