Quotes About Remorse

You can't take back words you've already said, and you can't take back someone's tears that already shed.

You watch me cry but yet you walk away. You hear me scream but you turn away. You left me to drown in my salty tears...but why? Do you not care? Have I done wrong? You left me wondering. As my tears dry, I slowly die, maybe now, you'll regret your walking away.

Each time you ignore me, I regret every text message that I've ever sent you.

Choices that deal with love are like alcohol, when you are under the influence of it you tend to do things that you regret later on.

Sometimes, sorry isn't enough when you screw up too much.

You had a good girl but you cheated on her, disrespected her, lied to her and neglected her. And you wonder why she left you?

Sometimes all you need is a simple 'sorry.'

I should have never cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fu..ing care.

Life has this funny and annoying way of making you feel guilty for things you failed to do.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and for deeds left undone.

How did it happen?" There was a piece of me that shouted its alarm: if you speak he will turn gray and hate you. But I pushed past it. If he turned gray, then he did. I would not go on anymore weaving my cloths by day and unraveling them again at night, making nothing. I told him the whole tale of it, each jealousy and folly and all the lives that had been lost because of me.

Heracles would kill his wife again for a chance to come along.

J'avais commis tant d'erreurs que je ne pouvais pas remonter jusqu'à la première dans le labyrinthe qu'elles formaient.

Well. We are settled then." He turns to go, stops. "I was sorry to hear of Patroclus' death. He fought bravely today. Did you hear he killed Sarpedon?" Achilles' eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. "I wish he had let you all die.

Once you're a Catholic, you're always a Catholic—in terms of your feelings of guilt and remorse and whether you've sinned or not. Sometimes I'm wracked with guilt when I needn't be, and that, to me, is left over from my Catholic upbringing. Because in Catholicism you are born a sinner and you are a sinner all of your life. No matter how you try to get away from it, the sin is within you all the time.

You said.' Esme shuts her eyes, screws them up tight, bowing her head. 'You promised,' she says, almost inaudibly and, with her hands, she is crushing the material of her dress.

Desencanto Eu faço versos como quem chora De desalento... de desencanto... Fecha o meu livro, se por agora Não tens motivo nenhum de pranto. Meu verso é sangue. Volúpia ardente... Tristeza esparsa... remorso vão... Dói-me nas veias. Amargo e quente, Cai, gota a gota, do coração. E nestes versos de angústia rouca Assim dos lábios a vida corre, Deixando um acre sabor na boca. - Eu faço versos como quem morre.

I feel shame, not for the wrong things I have done, but for the right things that I have failed to do.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

There is, following an ample meal, a sort of pause in time, filled with a gentle slackening of thought and energy, when to sit doing nothing gives us a sense of life's richness and a feeling that the least effort would be intolerable. The melancholy we took with us to table has disappeared and, if we think of it at all it is only to smile, as at some black mood now past, its cause having gone. And with the melancholy, all scruple, all remorse departs from us.

when she called to mind all this utter and crushing misery that had come upon my aunts' old music-master, she was moved to very real grief, and shuddered to think of that other grief, so different in its bitterness, which Mlle. Vinteuil must now be feeling, tinged with remorse at having virtually killed her father.

So farwel Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear, Farwel Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good; by thee at least Divided Empire with Heav'ns King I hold By thee, and more then half perhaps will reigne; As Man ere long, and this new World shall know. Thus

So it seems to have been with David after his sin with Bathsheba. I doubt not but that before the message of God to him by Nathan, he had unpleasing thoughts of what he had done; but there are not the least footsteps in the story or any of his prayers that he laid it seriously to heart and was humbled for it before. This

I ought to of shot that dog myself, George. I shouldn't ought to of let no stranger shoot my dog.