Quotes About Remorse

In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race — never quite sane in the night.

Guilt, remorse. It's what separates us from the animals.

Every once in a while, you let a word or phrase out and you want to catch it and bring it back. You can't do that. It's gone, gone forever.

I never meant it, " he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Alas! Charles made the promise glibly, and forgot all about it.

True repentance has a double aspect. It looks upon things past with a weeping eye, and upon the future with a watchful eye.

Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

We all have ghosts, remorse, dreams, things we love and hate. One day something in life - a word, a phrase, something in a book, a beautiful woman - clicks, and part of that world takes on a special meaning. And you realize you have a story to tell.

How can I get up everyday knowing you had to kill yourself to make it stop hurting and I was here all the time and I never even saw it. And then you gave me this chance to make it better, convince you to stay alive and I couldn't do it. How can I live with myself after this, Jessie?

we feel regret's sharp sting when we reflect on the opportunities squandered, the choices deferred, the efforts not made

How could I lose sight of him so easily? He was such a dear, good man. What could I have been thinking? I go up to get dressed for work and stopped to kiss him like I meant it, another thing that I don't do enough. He slapped my butt as I left the kitchen to get ready for the day. I sang off-key in the shower.

Imagine—if you can—not having a conscience, none at all, no feelings of guilt or remorse no matter what you do, no limiting sense of concern for the well-being of strangers, friends, or even family members.

Gurathin sighed and rubbed his face and looked off into the distance, like he regretted all his life choices that had led to him standing here right now.

there is no Jezebel remedy. There's no conscience chemo. No pill for cheating. No therapeutic number of Hail Marys or blow jobs or home-cooked meals or good-wife deeds.

Getting closer to home, is it a fully satisfying repentance if we only deal with the past, which cannot be changed? "Alas, what did I do?" I don't think so. Believers get closer to repentance instead by asking, "Alas, what kind of person was I that I could do that?

eventually you regretted the things you hadn't done as much as the things you had.

there was just a game. They had killed someone and they thought it was funny. How had she allowed that to happen? How had

Sometimes people get angry and do things they shouldn't. Things they regret.

He turned to her - his gesture a superb compound of relief, remorse, passionate candour and bewilderment touched with curiosity; confidence and perfect penitence. Against which Scylla had to brace herself. Against such bravura how dull truth seemed, and difficult to access. Never had the bottom of a well seemed less attractive. She must hear him first. She could go down later.

Taking another life, she had whispered, even a guilty one, should never be easy. If it were, we'd be little more than animals.

Some last words should never be said.

She would never believe another word I said. Truth that came too late was as useful as a meal to a dead man.

Of course there's something there; unfortunately, there's always something 'there.' Something you will one day be sorry you saw.

it happened yesterday. I still couldn't believe I had actually took somebody's life, especially since death had caused me so much grief. I'd lost my first wife, Maggie, and our twenty-one-year-old-son, Claude, on the same day a little over a year ago.