Quotes About Regret

Jim, did your father really blow his brains out because of your mother? Yeah.He was on the telephone.He told her he had a gun.He said, If you don't come back to me I'm going to kill myself. Will you come back to me?´ And my mother said, No. There was a shot and that was that. What did your mother do? She hung up. All right, I'll see you tonight buddy.

I think I'm going to die," the old man said. "I don't want to die. I'm afraid to die …" "You've lived long enough, you old fart!" muttered my father.

I bought two tall six-packs of Schlitz and went back to my place and drank down the requiem.

guido per le strade, ad un passo dal pianto, vergognandomi del mio sentimentalismo e del mio possibile amore.

I was gifted, am gifted. Sometimes I looked at my hands and realized that I could have been a great pianist or something. But what have my hands done? Scratched my balls, written checks, tied shoes, pushed toilet levers, etc. I have wasted my hands. And my mind.

Youth, you son of a bitch, where did you go?

225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care.

Quando tutto sarà finito sono sicuro che mi verrà concesso un minuto per ripensare a tutte le volte che volevo urlare cosa sentivo, ma sono stato zitto per paura di non essere capito, e rimpiangerò gli obbiettivi che ho abbandonato perché il timore di fallire mi ha impedito di perseguirli. Questa vita è una puttana e probabilmente mi spezzerà il cuore, ma cazzo, sono innamorato.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. (...) Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

I got the blues. I got the blues. that dog loved and trusted me and I let it walk away.

some men never die and some men never live but

What's wrong is that I am a GIANT HUNK OF SHIT!

now they are celebrating my demise in taverns I no longer frequent.

there is of course madness and terror too in knowing that some part of you wound up like a clock can never be wound again once it stops.

I know that I have deserted you, the icecubes pile like fool's gold in the pitcher and now they are playing Alex Scriabin which is a little better but not much for me.

I feel like an old man. hell, I am an old man.

To think, somebody had suicided for that.

Suicide fails as you get older: There's less and less to kill

My idea about the whole thing was that most people weren't alcoholics, they only thought that they were. It was something that couldn't be rushed. It took at least twenty years to become a bonafide alcoholic. I was on my 45th year and didn't regret any of it.

I think that when a woman has kept her legs closed for 35 years it's too late either for love or for poetry.

Avrei potuto anche accontentarmi, ma è così che si diventa infelici.

Lo terrible no es la muerte, sino las vidas que la gente vive o no vive hasta su muerte.

Saçmal?k, yaÅŸamak, beklemek, aramak.DüÅŸünmekten beynim aÄŸr?yordu. Bir kere a??k olmuÅŸtum, ilk gençlik rüyalar?m? görmeye baÅŸlad???m y?llarda. Irene bizim yan?m?zdaki evde yaÅŸard?.Onun yan?nda kalbim zonklard?. Sonra en yak?n arkada??mla k?rlara gittiler.O gün vazgeçtim sevmekten.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye. — Charles Bukowski, from "Rimbaud be damned," The People Look Like Flowers at Last . (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)