Quotes About Remorse

I'm sorry to hear that," DeMarco said, although he wasn't sorry. As far as he was concerned Tony deserved to die alone.

She didn't mean to be critical, but after the words came from her mouth, they sounded harsh, and she was sorry.

That evening, when Noa did not call her, she realized that she had not given him her home number in Yokohama. In the morning, Hansu phoned her. Noa had shot himself a few minutes after she'd left his office.

He could never replace her. And he felt he had done her a great injustice by not having told her this.

Yoseb was not wrong, and she could not take this back.

Yoseb grew quiet, wanting what he saw in front of him not to be true. "Isak-ah, why did I bring you to this hell? I was so lonesome for you. I was wrong, you know, to bring you

Once again, a pang of conscience tweaked the skin around my eyes.

He could have made it right with the book. But he hasn't. He is a revisionist of history. He has lied.

I thought, breaking into a sweat, I'd better call Saul. I owe Kate an apology... Damn damn damn.

Better my right hand should have been cut off. Go know I was setting in motion events that would lead to the ruin of one of the few truly good men I ever met.

His sins seemed to be so few that he was alarmed and groped anxiously for more, knowing he could not be without guilt.

The last confession he heard was from a young hysterical girl who seemed to him to be making up a chain of small sins so that she could imagine herself full of remorse.

His feelings would rise like spurts of smoke from a half-smothered fire, in fitful, unbalanced jerks when the recollection of some abuse or rebuke he had suffered kindled a spark in the ashes of remorse inside him.

Easy to forget is the quickest path to forgiveness.

Your past, present and future sins will be placed upon your shoulders and not on the shoulders of the man who left us long ago.

Her heart was tender. She probably felt shame for a transgression others would've long forgotten.

Everyone tells me that I should forgive her. But how can I forgive someone who has never asked to be forgiven; somebody who's never even acknowledged any wrongdoing, someone who continues to do the same thing?

Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him'?" I whisper-quote like I'm dreaming. Then I shake my head. "I was in Macbeth

Genuine victories, the sole conquests yielding no remorse, are those gained over ignorance

It crossed her mind to take the pledge, go on the wagon, but she couldn't decide which was worse: pending alcoholism, or remorseless unrelenting sobriety of the rest of her days.

Even just saying I'm sorry feels so meaningless—like I'm trying to put a Band-Aid on a shotgun wound.

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.

I am the thief of her last moments.

Guilt shall be his shackles, remorse his cell.