Quotes About Remorse

She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to look upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster made up of beauty and brutality. But among the conflicting sensations which assailed her, there was neither shame nor remorse. There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

It was because he had not loved Abilene enough. And now she was gone from him. And he would never be able to make it right.

always thought killers should be locked away in tiny cells with nothing to do but think about their crimes until they die.

What I wished more than anything was that the thing hadn't happened at all, and I thought that by not mentioning it I'd be doing everyone else a favor.

We're the only ones who care now. The likes of you and me, Ono, when we look back over our lives and see they were flawed, we're the only ones who care now.

It didn't hurt, did it? When I hit you? Sure. Fractured skull. Concussion, the lot... But seriously, Kath. No hard feelings, right? I'm awfully sorry. I honestly am.

So that feeling came again, even though I tried to keep it out: that we were doing all of this too late; that there'd once been a time for it, but we'd let that go by, and there was something ridiculous, reprehensible eve, about the way we were now thinking and planning.

So that feeling came again, even though I tried to keep it out: that we were doing all of this too late; that there'd once been a time for it, but we'd let that go by, and there was something ridiculous, reprehensible even, about the way we were now thinking and planning.

She laughed and said: "Because nothing. I'd like you to forgive me, but I don't expect you to. Anyway, that's not the half of it, not even a small bit of it, actually. The main thing is, I kept you and Tommy apart." Her voice had dropped again, almost to a whisper. "That was the worst thing I did.

We lay there a moment, entwined around each other, panting. Then I lifted my head to look at the room. Two broken lamps. One ripped pillowcase. One damaged headboard. Not bad ... Oh, shit. Was that a picture frame? Two picture frames. How the hell did we ...? I sighed. We'll snag the bill before Jeremy sees it, Clay said. I sighed louder. Bigger room, darling. Like I said, we need a bigger room.

I'm sorry about Nicole," he said finally. That startled me so much I pushed up onto my elbows. "Were you drifting off?" "No. Just-- You mean about leaving her behind? Don't be sorry." Really, don't be sorry. "You were right," I continued. "I was acting on emotion; you were using your head. I'm sure she's on the mainland by now. A long way from here." At least, I hope she is.

Guilt comes back to haunt us in the weirdest ways.

A man hates the person he has wronged, paradoxically. I think it's because the victim is a perpetual reminder that he behaved shamefully.

How terrible, Jack thought, to be old and know that your life has been wasted.

We never forgive those we've wronged.

Ya he visto esa misma reacción otras veces: hombres que odian a las personas a quienes han tratado de forma injusta, por paradójico que pueda parecer. Creo que eso se debe a que la víctima es un recordatorio perpetuo de su comportamiento vergonzoso.

When this is all over, I told myself, you will hate yourself for wasting so much time . .

Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

Ghosts are just our minds telling us that subconsciously we feel guilty about something we should have done, would have done, but never took the time!

A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.

The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed.

The mind of guilt is full of scorpions.

O! my offense is rank, it smells to heaven;It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't;A brother's murder!

Wormwood, wormwood.