Quotes About Remorse

he was seething suddenly with remorse, because of having done what he'd done and because he hadn't done more. Seething with outrage too, about Basel more than anything--as outraged by what Nathan had got right there as by what he'd got wrong, as much by what he'd been making up as by what he was reporting. It was the two in combination that were particularly galling, especially where the line was thin and everything was given the most distorted meaning.

Remorse, predictably, was the form taken by her distress, the merciless whipping that is self-condemnation, as if in times as bizarre as these there were a right way and a wrong way that would have been clear to somebody else, as if in confronting such predicaments the hand of stupidity is ever far from guiding anyone.

The guilty are uncomfortable with silence.

Helen ran off with a lover only once in her life herself, and for three thousand years nobody would ever let her forget about it.

I am a person who feels guilty for crimes I have not committed, or have not committed in years. The police search the train station for a serial rapist and I cover my face with a newspaper, wondering if maybe I did it in my sleep. The last thing I stole was an eight-track tape, but to this day I'm unable to enter a store without feeling like a shoplifter. It's all the anxiety with none of the free stuff.

She hit bottom when she physically attacked a deaf-mute. This was a boy of fourteen, a beloved neighborhood figure who delivered for the nearby deli.

Tubby Robbins took me apart in the '39 Grand Final and when I got home Rosemary said, "I think you met your match today," and I thumped her one. She apologised later but by that time the damage was done.

He closed his eyes and the warmth sank into his head, bringing an immediate sense of life. Reality came through the violent breathing, and with a sort of nostalgic remorse. He felt as though he was waiting tranquilly for some undefined revenge.

I'm ashamed of what I did.

Some of the things I've done in my life I'm ashamed of.

Has he forgotten her? That's the solitary thought which echoes through my soul like a remorse. Ah! dear mamma, have all women to struggle against memories as I do? None but innocent young men should be married to pure young girls. But that's a deceptive Utopia; better have one's rival in the past than in the future.

He felt in his heart a sort of remorse which bid him respect a creature that had done him no harm.

The fires of remorse burned in his heart, and gave him intolerable pain, the generous secret remorse which men seldom take into account when they sit in judgement upon their fellow-men; but perhaps the angels in heaven, beholding it, pardon the criminal whom our justice condemns.

A bad conscience makes a very good ghost.

Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow

Yet I murdered the lighthouse keeper, Botho August, and that is an equal part of how I think about myself.

Once I slew a man, and never do I wish to slay a man again, for it is bitter for the soul to think thereon.

There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.

Strongest of Oak is the gallows Tighest of knots is the noose Why oh why did I kill that man Now I'll never get loose

There will always remain more ashes than remorse.

Herleid tot zijn eenvoudigste vorm komt mijn besluit hierop neer, dat u de gebeurtenis weg hebt willen dringen uit uw bewustzijn. Waarschijnlijk heeft de overigens ongegronde wroeging om het feit, dat u de man niet helpen kon, u parten gespeeld en zich tot een schuldgevoel gefixeerd. Men vergeet echter niet, wat men wil vergeten.

Sorry Marion.

I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.

Why had he done it? Why couldn't it just not have happened? Why didn't they have time-travel, why couldn't he go back and stop it happening? Ships that could circumnavigate the galaxy in a few years, and count every cell in your body from light-years off, but he wasn't able to go back one miserable day and alter one tiny, stupid, idiotic, shameful decision...