Gavrilo Princip Quotes

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

I don't know why I did it.

Did I kill anyone?

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

You can't take back an act you were able to think.

The empty gun spares, but the loaded gun slays.

If you had special powers, it wouldn't be all fun and games. There would be regrets for things you've done.

The one time I shot a gun, the feelings I felt, I was guilty for feeling them. There is an exhilaration and a glamour, and I felt awful for feeling that.

I don't regret pulling the trigger. I should have been more careful with many of the things I said afterwards. That was a big regret.

Do your duty today and repent tomorrow.

Sex and murder are the same. Well, you say the same after both don't you? "Damn I got to get the hell out of here!" "What was I thinking!"

Most people think that 'I don't recall' is a clever answer. But it isn't that clever. You might not recall that you had bacon and eggs for breakfast- but if you killed your mother, you'll remember it.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

If you try and lose then it isn't your fault. But if you don't try and we lose, then it's all your fault.

It must be the ultimate punishment, don't you think, to finally gain wisdom, only to realize that the consequences of your actions are irrevocable?

It didn't hurt, did it? When I hit you?" "Sure. Fractured skull. Concussion, the lot..." "But seriously, Kath. No hard feelings, right? I'm awfully sorry. I honestly am.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

But [your crime] will be there, one hundred times denied, always there, dragging itself behind you. Then you will finally know that you have committed your life with one throw of the die, once and for all, and there is nothing you can do but tug our crime along until your death. Such is the law, just and unjust, of repentance. Then we will see what will become of your young pride.

'As you have made your bed, so you must lie on it'; which again is simply a lie. If I have made my bed uncomfortable, please God I will make it again.

No alibi will save you from accepting the responsibility.

Rash oaths, whether kept or broken, frequently produce guilt.

I've always taken my hangovers as consequence, not as a punishment.

It took a lot of water to down just that f-king bat's head, let me tell you. It's still stuck in my f-king throat, after all these years. People all over the world say, 'You're the guy who kills creatures? You still do it? You do it every night?' It happened f-king once, for Christ's sake.

I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.