self-pity [Theme]

If the head is cut off, no one will ask about the hat.

He is not me!

- Cool! Yes, you are the master of regrets!

Well, why of all the reservoirs where you could drown yourself, did you choose this one? The whole vacation ruined me!

Some will never be heroes.

- We killed them!..
- No, I killed them. And that's bad. Because you were supposed to kill them. This is not my war is your war. My war ended two months ago. And if you're going to Dostoevsky to play, then I'm leaving.
- We killed them!..
- No, I kill. It is bad. Because you must kill. It is not my war. My war is finish. And if you want play Dostoevsky, I go.

After a bad event, people usually going on in your head, wishing you had done things differently.
After bad things happen, it's perfectly normal to replay the events, wishing you had done things differently.

I once almost published a book in the genre of useful tips. It's called "Stephen fry - how to be happy: success is guaranteed!". People bought it, found that it consists of blank pages, and only the first is written: "Stop feeling sorry for yourself and you'll be happy." And the rest of the page is intended for drawings or writing interesting ideas - that's what it would be owner, and true. I want to shout: "Oh, how simple!" But no, in fact, to stop feeling sorry for yourself is not easy, it's damn hard. Because we always pity for myself, in the end, the entire Book of Genesis are exactly that.

Oh, how I berated myself later for this error! The day passed quickly and interestingly.
For lost time. But I was in that day so glorious, life seemed so bright...

- Why is this woman everywhere sowing death?
- Because she's a Ghost. Because she died several times. She's crazy. She survived the massacre that killed her parents. Survived, when the priest, who refused the priesthood out of love for her, wanted to kill her for treason. She survived when her first husband hung it on a tree, because found on her shoulder a stigma - a sign of the girls babbling.
- As a man would do this to a woman?
- That man was me. Charlotte de Breil, nee Bacon, was the Countess de La fere. After she married the Lord of winter. She was my wife, the only woman I ever loved. The only woman I love. Still. The world of this woman is full of violence, there is no place for faith, nor law. She beckons the others and I followed her. Wine allows me to forget the shame and self-loathing. Charlotte took everything I had. Everything except life. I regretted my love for her until his last breath.

Don't feel sorry for yourself. If you start to wallow in self pity, life will become an endless nightmare.

A hothead who puts a hand with a sword,
Chewing on that, repenting of his hands then.

Not feeling sorry for myself! All I regret, sooner or later will go to feed the worms. And that forever is born where it ends with the pity. So I got better, I need to kick continuously, not scoring at the death.