Quotes About Remorse

Guilt is the greatest monster. Remorse, a killer. But the worst are the memories. Yet sometimes, they are the only things that keep our people alive.

I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.

Such is life. Sometimes we do not even want to know how much pain we cause others, for fear of spoiling our own petty pleasures. And when the time comes to face the consequences, it is too late to be sorry.

Moth, that wasn't very nice.

I knew that I shouldn't have, but I did it all the same; and there you have my epitaph, or one of them, because my grave is going to require a monument inscribed on all four sides with rueful mottoes, in small characters, set close together.

Knight, still furious about the image thirty years later, was a man acutely attuned to the ravages of shame. Had he done something shameful before he'd fled to the forest? He insisted that he had not.

I should not have lied, but I did. Later, those lies came back to haunt me, bread cast on the water, tenfold.

Lord, I don't understand it, but when a person does something wrong, it never feels wrong until later. It's never as evil as you'd imagined.

THIS will show her true colors! Thus, not even a call. But that's par for the course with Dina! She didn't even send a card or visit when he was sick."OK! Magazine: Lindsay's Grandfather Dies (August 28, 2008)1

When I can't sleep, every wrong I've ever committed slips in through the cracks in the doors and windows like the ghosts in Poltergeist.

And as you see, poor Idris was...persuaded,shall we say? Yes,persuaded to tell me about Tyre and his own route back to Al-Kal'as from there. Faysal, reveal to her his pain." The Captain of the Guard dragged Idris forward. Faysal then ripped away his shirt, and Aminah gasped. Angry scars laced his bare chest, some of the burns still crusted and weeping. Tears tumbled down Aminah's face, but Idris did not raise his head to see them. "Forgive me" he mumered.

I'm really busted up over this and I'm very, very sorry to those people in the audience, the blacks, the Hispanics, whites - everyone that was there that took the brunt of that anger and hate and rage and how it came through.

The only shot he ever fired in anger… was at himself.

Guilt is the uncomfortable certainty that we are not what we could have been.

If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.

Por eso merezco la muerte, e incluso castigos muchos más severos: acabaré mi vida desdichado, gruñón y solo, y lo habré merecido. ¿Cómo un hombre, después de haberla conocido, podía alejarse de Kate? Es incomprensible.

No es el futuro sino el pasado el que te mata, el que vuelve, el que te atormenta y socava y acaba efectivamente contigo.

DEATH freezes everything. Whatever you did or didn't do, whatever you said or left unsaid: none of that is ever going to change. You have no more chances to say sorry or make things right. No more chances for anything except regret.

So that means that Peter..." I swallowed. "That his full name was Peter Parker." "Yeah" I burst into tears. "Oh, my God! I killed Spiderman!

During my interview with Agmatir he told me he had killed the women because they reminded him of his girlfriend who had aborted his baby. He said it had almost killed him and certainly had broken his heart.

Serial killers are not born serial killers, but develop as a result of deep ingrained pain and unbearable rejection. It is tragic that they avenge their misery on innocent people who have had absolutely no part in causing their initial suffering, save that they unconsciously remind the serial killer of his first tormentor.

True remorse is never just a regret over consequence; it is a regret over motive.

True remorse is never just a regret over consequences; it is a regret over motive.

Mas afinal, o que se leva da vida, senão os remorsos? Remorsos do que poderia ter sido e não foi, e do que se perdeu depois de ter sido. Remorsos do que devia ter sido dito e feito, e não o foi a tempo, ou do que foi demasiadamente dito e feito. Remorsos destes eternos desencontros, desta sensação de que nada existe no seu tempo certo, de chegar sempre tarde ou partir cedo demais.