Quotes About Remorse

If it's hard for you to bear what you did, give me the weight.

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

Taryn takes a breath, as if steeling herself. "He's dead because I killed him.

His smile dimmed, and he dropped his voice to a whisper. 'This is a real secret. You can't tell anyone. When I was little, I glamoured my mortal sister. I made her hit herself, a lot of times, over and over, and I laughed while she did. It was awful of me, and I never told her that I regretted it. I am afraid of making her remember. She might get really mad.

Shame, however, was what I felt seeping through me as though it stained my white bones black.

The word 'sorry' is hardly adequate for my actions.

Like so many things in life, it had seemed like an excellent idea at the time.

Hindsight,' said her father. 'It's always just a fraction too late.

Hindsight, it's always just a fraction too late.

This was more like a funeral, although even funerals weren't this silent as people murmured their condolences. She was paying to be here and it was worse than a funeral.

The passion fades, the remorse is eternal.

It really hurts me very much to suppose that I have wronged anybody on earth.

It's regret that kills, the if onlys that leave the mortal wounds.

Mi padre se me ha aparecido esta noche. Estaba envuelto en un manto de fuego. Y me preguntaba por qué lo había matado por segunda vez al quemar sus cartas.

There are things that once done can't be undone, things that once said can't be unsaid.

ever since I did what I did to him. I am Phin's living, breathing nightmare and he hates me. And when you hate someone, it leaves deeper scars on your psyche than loving someone ever can.

She tries to imagine what he must have looked like reeling into a hotel at four in the morning, his bright red hair awry, breathing the putrid breath of a long night of alcohol and rich foods into the receptionist's face, before collapsing into a hotel bed and snoring violently in an empty room.

But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

And so, overcome by remorse and the beauty of all that, I should let her go," Alana purred. "Family and church and puppies and flowers—how lovely your world must be, Sergeant. But it's somewhat darker than that for the rest of us." She looked at Samantha. "Of course, it does have its moments.

Of course, that made it seem even worse: I had killed for room service. What a terrible, low creature I was. I wondered whether I should feel cheap and tawdry, or perhaps just jaded and callous. How much lower could I sink? I was already indifferent to the suffering of my victims, so I couldn't really try to make that fit a new and colder me, if there actually was one.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

The window was still open," Mr Lisbon said. "I don't think we'd ever remembered to shut it. It was all clear to me. I knew I had to close that window or else she'd go on jumping out of it forever.

By cutting off my hair I was punishing myself for loving someone so much.