Category Archives: REMORSE

Elizabeth Joceline: Drunkennesse is the highway to hell.

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George Ade:
R-e-m-o-r-s-e,
Those dry Martinis were too much for me.
Last night I really felt immense,
To-day I feel like thirty cents;
It is no time for mirth and laughter
In the cold grey dawn of the morning after.

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e. e. cummings:
humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn you
intelligence to buy a drink.

Patience is the calm acceptance that things can happen in a different order than the one you have in mind.”

― David Allen

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“The sea was cruel and selfish as human beings, and in its monstrous simplicity had no notion of complexities like pity, wounding, or remorse… You could see yourself in it… while the wind, the light, the swaying, the sound of the water on the hull worked the miracle of distancing, calming you until you didn’t hurt anymore, erasing any pity, any wound, and any remorse.”

― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, Queen Of The South

It’s the reason we say “pork” and “beef” instead of “pig” and “cow.” Dissection and surgical instruction, like meat-eating, require a carefully maintained set of illusions and denial.”

― Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers

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The Pig

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, “By gum, I’ve got the answer!”
“They want my bacon slice by slice
“To sell at a tremendous price!
“They want my tender juicy chops
“To put in all the butcher’s shops!
“They want my pork to make a roast
“And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
“They want my sausages in strings!
“They even want my chitterlings!
“The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
“That is the reason for my life!”
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
“I had a fairly powerful hunch
“That he might have me for his lunch.
“And so, because I feared the worst,
“I thought I’d better eat him first.”

Roald Dahl

“Repentance won’t cure mischief.”

Gaelic.

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He raised his brows. “You’re drunk.” “Am not!” He gave me a bland look. “A drunk’s famous last words before they fall flat on their face.”

― J. Lynn, Wait for You

This shall be home, where danger was my cradle, and all we have learned will guard us!

― Brian W. Aldiss, The Long Afternoon of Earth

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In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race–never quite sane in the night.
– Mark Twain’s Autobiography

hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. Van Morrison

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“One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.”

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.”

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

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“There are people who are very resourceful, at being remorseful,
And who apparently feel that the best way to make friends is to do something terrible and then make amends.”

Ogden Nash

“That’s a spiritual lifestyle, being willing to admit that you don’t know everything and that you were wrong about some things. It’s about making a list of all the people you’ve harmed, either emotionally or physically or financially, and going back and making amends. That’s a spiritual lifestyle. It’s not a fluffy ethereal concept.”

Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue

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“And no, it wasn’t shame I now felt, or guilt, but something rarer in my life and stronger than both: remorse. A feeling which is more complicated, curdled, and primeval. Whose chief characteristic is that nothing can be done about it: too much time has passed, too much damage has been done, for amends to be made.”

Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

There is no pillow so soft as a clear conscience (French)

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"Goodbye," said I to my conscience,
"Goodbye for aye and aye,"
As I pushed her from me roughly
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace:
And I cried, "Come back, my conscience,
For I long to see thy face."
But conscience said, "I cannot,
Remorse sits in my place."—Selected.

 

http://www.moreillustrations.com/Illustrations/conscience%205.html

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After a foolish deed comes remorse. Kenya.

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A WASTED LIFE

A wasted life! This sad refrain

Comes surging through my ears again;

There’s no escape from thee, though fiend;

Thou art borne to me on every wind –

A wasted life! A wasted life!

By day or night, no peace for me;

Still, still before me I can see

The fragments of the dear dead past,

Which I (Oh! fool) from me have cast

A wasted life! A wasted life!

I’ve tried to drown in lethean drain

This ruthless voice; but all in vain;

It comes with ten-fold force again,

And brings remorse to swell and strain

A wasted life! A wasted life!

From out this deep dark Stygian sea,

While vainly struggling to be free,

I look above, and pray that I

No more may hear that awful cry

A wasted life! A wasted life!

MELINDA KENDALL.

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When a person regrets endlessly, he gets to pay more for what he regrets. Nigeria.

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Petit Testament

In the twenty-fifth year of my age
I find myself to be a dromedary
That has run short of water between
One oasis and the next mirage
And having despaired of ever
Making my obsessions intelligible
I am content at last to be
The sole clerk of my metamorphoses.
Begin here:

Ern Malley

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sites 2c http://www.motherlandnigeria.com/proverbs.html#WisdomAge

http://jacketmagazine.com/17/ern-poems.html

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