“Feeling sorry for myself was an art.”
“I feel sorry now myself,” admitted Davy, “but the trouble is I never feel sorry for doing things till after I’ve did them.”
“I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.”
“I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.”
“I can learn to pity a fool as I'm the worst of allAnd I can't stop feeling sorry for myself”
“And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.”