Quotes About Remorse

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered.  'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes!  I forgive what you have done to me.  I love my murderer—but yours!  How can I?

May you not rest as long as I am living. You say I have killed you, -haunt me then!

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!

Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort - you deserve this. You have killed yourself.

She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!

Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door. Its past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch. Remorse is cureless,—the disease Not even God can heal; For 't is His institution,— The complement of hell.

REMORSE. Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, — A presence of departed acts At window and at door. It's past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch. Remorse is cureless, — the disease Not even God can heal; For 't is his institution, — The complement of hell.

There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.

A big mistake. The kind of mistake that brews resentment and dangerous fissures. The kind of mistake that makes your heart ache. The kind of mistake that makes you long for another choice, the past, someone else.

In the days when wishing was having, I got what I wished and then I wish I hadn't.

Now I feel bad I didn't give her the second quarter. Grandma says that's called having a conscience.

Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

What I did was shameful. I was weak and I will carry regret for the rest of my life.

Brandy, n. A cordial composed of one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the-grave and four parts clarified Satan.

it's better to wake up amid the pangs of desire than amid those of remorse.

Regret is the sound of the ghosts of our own making. I will live with mine until I die.

Nothing spoils a confession like repentance.

For any prosecutor, a decision to show leniency in sentencing must be weighed against multiple factors. Do they show remorse for their actions? Are they a threat to the public and law enforcement? Do they intend to contribute to society?

You act in different ways for your own personal well-being, and you don't think about the people you hurt along the way. wish I would have thought about it.

We may like to pretend otherwise, but we all have thoughts we don't want anyone else to know, things we've done that would change the way people feel about us, or parts of our lives that we would rather forget.

Once you take a life, that's it. I don't even deserve to be here.

My second wife, the mother of one of my sons, died of murder. I was not with her, but I could have saved her. I think.

We have learned the lines of good taste through history and our sense of guilt, be it post-colonial or post-Holocaust.

I think it would be the biggest regret of mine - getting anything tattooed.