Quotes About Remorse

Chronicler frowned. "You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done." "I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

I smiled back at him and for a second I almost felt guilty about how I'd written the receipt. I also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.

I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

I decided that he was not an altogether bad fellow. I smiled back at him and for a second I almost felt guilty about how I'd written the receipt. I also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.

Sí podía —dijo Kvothe con seriedad—. Y no lo hice. Tomé una decisión, y todavía me arrepiento de ella. Los huesos se sueldan. El arrepentimiento perdura para siempre.

Podia - Disse Kvothe, com ar sério -, mas não fiz. Fiz uma escolha e me arrependo dela até hoje. Os ossos se consolidam. O arrependimento fica com a gente para sempre.

I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

Decidí que el tipo no era tan mala persona. Le devolví la sonrisa y, por un instante, casi me sentí culpable por lo que había escrito en el recibo. También me sentí culpable por las tres plumas que le había robado, pero el malestar solo me duró unos segundos. Y como no había ninguna forma conveniente de devolvérselas, antes de marcharme le robé un tintero.

Asking forgiveness from someone is a complicated affair, a delicate balancing act between stiff-necked pride and tearful remorse, and unless you can truly open up to the other person, every apology sounds hollow and false.

The serial killer Gary Gilmore summed up the attitude of someone without moral feelings: "I was always capable of murder.… I can become totally devoid of feelings of others, unemotional. I know I'm doing something grossly fucking wrong. I can still go ahead and do it.

WL's [White Liberals] think all the world's problems can be fixed without any cost to themselves. We don't believe that. There's a lot to be said for sacrifice, remorse, even pity. It's what separates us from roaches

Sometimes I think Pa hates it because the things I remember are nt for me to be forgiven, but for him. And he can't forget or forgive himeself. That's why he never sleeps, and why he drinks so much. He told me once that there are no memories at the bottom of a glass.

Sorry was maybe the loneliest feeling of all, I understood, because it only brought you back to yourself.

You've done it now, haven't you? It's too late to take anything back and you wouldn't anyway. You need to remember that later, when you see your wife and want to die for hurting her. Remember no one made you do anything. It's never anyone but you who does anything, and for that reason alone you shouldn't be sorry

More and more a bell tolled through me. It woke me up early and sometimes in the still middle of the night, sending a cold chill up over the surface of my skin. What have I done? Can I still mend this? Can I free myself? Most

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." What

The faster you drink, the faster you can try to erase whatever needs erasing.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

I wanted him back in a howling way. I needed to make things right, to forgive and be forgiven, which amounted to the same impossible thing.

They ooze blood out of their wounds and live inside their regret.

Worse of all, I had to live with a terrible secret. I told lies to keep people from finding out what I'd done and then I had to tell more lies to cover up the first ones. Through it all, I felt like scum. I regretted what I had done and I hated pretending all the time but it was too late. - Kit Hathaway

Guilt was dread without the tightness in the chest part, just the weight in the gut.

They're both about the correct or proper way to do something. There is a correct and proper way to use words and there is a correct and proper way to behave with other people. And I behaved improperly with John and feel bad, so I compensate by obsessing with language, which is easier to control than behavior.

When your heart's been cut out, how's it going to feel knowing that you're the one who wielded the knife ?