I no longer look to my abusers with any expectation- of remorse, or apology or restitution or restoration or relationship. I’m at peace, accepting that they won’t and can’t help me out of the mess they created. But, I’m the best qualified for that job anyway and I’m happy with the job I’m doing.
…I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we can, we must give things a meaningful shape. … It is important in life to conclude things properly. Only then you can let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse…”
~Life of Pi, chapter 94
Remorse, etymologically, is the action of biting again: that’s what the feeling does to you. Imagine the strength of the bite when I reread my words. They seemed like some ancient curse I had forgotten even uttering.
If I could undo everything,” Tony said, “I would never have gone to that party. I was an idiot, Kelly, and it cost me the love of my life.
Remorse shows the difference between a cruel person and one that is not.
It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.
Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
Besides the pleasure, there is always remorse, from the indulgence of our passions; and, after all, what have you men to fear from all this; the world excuses, and notoriety ennobles you?
I think there are lovely sunsets in hell-and that’s where my desire for you is sending me
Never apologize, mister, it’s a sign of weakness.