Quotes About Remorse

Joy and anger, sorrow and happiness, caution and remorse Come upon us by turns, with ever changing mood. They come like music from hollows, like wood when played by the wind, or how mushrooms grow from the damp. Daily and nightly they alternate within but we cannot tell whence they spring. Without these emotions I should not be. Without me, they would have no instrument

Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed.

I cursed myself not only for forgetting to turn my phone off but for ever thinking that having a rock music ringtone was cool.

Therese looked in vain, even for the dangling string. "Why did you do it?" Her voice was shrill with tears. "It was such a beautiful kite!" "It's only a kite!" Richard repeated. "I can make another kite!

So she repented. Since she wasn't quite sure for what, she repented entirely and for everything.

Animal life boils down to this pursuit of pleasure after all. Human life is more complex: it boils down to the pursuit of pleasure, to fear of it, and above all to the dissatisfaction of the time in between. What I'm saying is a little simplistic, but it doesn't matter for now. Do you understand? All yearning is pursuit of pleasure. All remorse, pity, benevolence, is fear of it. All despair and seeking alternative routes are dissatisfaction. There you have it in a nutshell, if you wish.

Remorse is nothing more than a foresight of the bodily pain to which some crime has exposed us.

I)n memory, remorse wraps the self.

But I did it! That's the thing—I did it! What will my father say when he hears I murdered a man? Lorna, I see what I did. I murdered myself, too! I've been running around in circles. Now I'm smashed!

Killing another human being is not something you get used to. It takes away their life and subtracts something from your own, a fine layer of your humanity.

There is no salvation in betrayal, only punishment and remorse.

The world of politics is like the four seasons of warmth, hatred, reconciliation and remorse. The fifth season is recycling.

I wish that I could turn back time cause now the guilt is all mine can't live without the trust from those you love I know we can't forget the past you can't forget love & pride because of that, it's killing me inside - Mike Wyzgowski (interpreted)

There are moments when a memory moves right through you. You shy, you duck, you run; or else the past takes your fist and actuates it, without the intervention of will. Suppose you have a knife in your fist? That's how murder happens.

She asked me once. I failed her. If she asked me again, I would fail her again.

I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone—truly gone beneath the waves—I hated myself as I never have before.

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart, but I've remembered too late.

It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt. After all, hell is supposed to be hot.

I don't know what to apologize for first," I say. "Cutting off your head or hesitating so long to do it.

I'm sorry,' she said to each of the dead as she unzipped and unfastened their things, 'I'm sorry Courtney. I'm sorry Marcus. I'm sorry Rachel. I'm sorry Jon. I'm sorry I'm alive and you're dead. I'm sorry I was asleep. I'm sorry I didn't save you and now I'm taking your things. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

I wasnt kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasnt sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that i would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone---truly gone beneath the waves---I hated myself as i never have before.

I wasn't kind Jude, not to many people, not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone-truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.