Quotes About Remorse

If someone falls into any sin and is not sincerely grieved about it, it is easy for him to fall into the same thing again.

No torment in the world is comparable to an accusing conscience.

Few people repent at leisure after taking the high road.

I weep for the stupidity of my sins.

There is no other shame like senseless sin.

Regret is good. It proves you have a conscience.

Nakao: Koizumi, I'm so sorry I said such cruel things.Otani: What's that?Nakao: The whispering of your heart.

T was mine to shrink, withstand in time, For, while I sinned, I knew my crime. Oh! Wretched, wavering heart! As vain Thy wild resentment as thy pain: One thought alone expels the rest, One sole regret distracts my breast, O'ermastering and subduing all More than my crime, more than my fall: Are not shame, fear, remorse, forgot, In that one thought- He loves me not!

He was praying the Psalms, as he'd done in times past, with the enemies of King David translated into his own enemies of fear and remorse and self-loathing, which, in their legions, had become as armies of darkness.

Nothing crushes the soul of a father more than the loss of the beloved son he failed to lavish his love on."

Tengo el convencimiento de que el mayor dolor es el de la conciencia, contra el que no hay apenas remedio ni amortiguamiento, ni más cesación que la muerte, y aun así de eso no estamos seguros.

truth is, I just shrug and soldier on. As kind as I am, as well-meaning and helpful as I try to be, I have no feelings finally, for good or ill. In the depths of my being, no matter what happens, I am left cold, impenetrable to remorse, to grief, to happiness, though I can pretend well enough even to the point of fooling myself. I am trying to say I am finally, terribly, unfeeling. My soul resides in a still, deep, beautiful, emotionless, calm cold pond of silence.

you made a mistake in the past and learn from it now, you are using clock time. On the other hand, if you dwell on it mentally, and self-criticism, remorse, or guilt come up, then you are making the mistake into "me" and "mine": You make it part of your sense of self, and it has become psychological time, which is always linked to a false sense of identity.

As he dropped the last grisly fragment of the dismembered and mutilated body into the small vat of nitric acid that was to devour every trace of the horrid evidence which might easily send him to the gallows, the man sank weakly into a chair and throwing his body forward upon his great, teak desk buried his face in his arms, breaking into dry, moaning sobs.

The tragedy of the woman's death, and of his own share in it, were as nothing in the disaster of his bright irreclaimableness.

but his days were shortened by poison, perhaps the most incurable of poisons; the stings of remorse and despair, and the bitter remembrance of lost glory.

Dat is mijn misdaad... ik heb gezondigd in onverschilligheid...

Classic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. ROLLING IN THE MUCK IS NOT THE BEST WAY OF GETTING CLEAN.

It is not easy to wash off the shame when it has already been glued to a person.

Le veniva comandata di cambiare in un nuovo rimorso un mezzo di espiazione. La sventurata tentò tutte le strade per esimirsi dall'orribile commando; tutte, fuorché la sola ch'era sicura, e che le stava pur sempre aperta davanti. Il delitto è un padrone rigido e inflessibile, contro cui non divien forte se non chi se ne ribella interamente. A questo Gertrude non voleva risolversi; e ubbidì.

Se voi sapete ch'io abbia, per pusillanimità, per qualunque rispetto, trascurato qualche mio obbligo ditemelo, francamente, fattemi ravvedere; affinchè dov'è mancato l'esempio, supplisca almeno la confessione.

They know their crime," she said. "They know their shame.

I need to confront my loss, not run away from it. I wanted to wade in with my eyes open and all my senses alert. I wanted to register everything, from the giant waves of sorrow to the inkiest ripples of remorse. I didn't want to miss any of it.

I was weeping for all of history's incredible atrocities against fellowmen, which seems to be mankind's greatest flaw...