Mikhail Bulgakov Quotes

It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.

... sooner or later she had to give up the hope for a better past.

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

If I could undo what's been done, But I guess everyone is living, With water and bridges.

It took me far too long to realize that lost years and relationships cannot be recovered. That damage done to oneself and others cannot always be put right again.

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?

I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding it's time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there's really no fighting it.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.

Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.

Regrets are so far from reality.

I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.

Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.

How can you forgive if you can’t remember to forget?

'Weary Willie' is very real to me. He is a man who has given up. The boat has gone and left him. The cards are stacked against him. He's content to make out with what he's got. He knows he'll go no further.

My sweetest hope is to lose hope.

There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?

I decided I can't pay a person to rewind time, so I may as well get over it.

I was just tired of losing... Life was passing me by.

All hope of remedy is considered vain

'I throw my hand up in the air sometimes' is when you don't get your way - when you give up, and you're handing it over.

Some of my memories will never return. They are lost - along with the crippling feeling of defeat and hopelessness. Not a tremendous price to pay.