Quotes About Remorse

I made myself say the name, at least in my own head. My therapist said I felt guilty about his death. Damn straight I did.

L'hai uccisa tu, Peter, e più di così non puoi vendicarti. Una volta che li hai ammazzati non puoi fare altro». La vendetta è sempre la parte più facile. La parte più difficile arriva in seguito, cioè convivere con la consapevolezza di ciò che si è fatto, e di ciò che si è dovuto sopportare, o che è stato inflitto ai propri cari.

I dropped the blood-coated chair leg and collapsed to my knees. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't breathe. I was splattered with blood. I'd never beaten someone to death before. It had felt good.

creeping dread that comes when you know you've been in the wrong and have no idea how to make it right again, because you weren't aware of having done anything wrong in the first place.

I am so sorry. I wish you knew even one tenth of one percent of how sorry I am. ...It was my fault. Can I kill myself here, or should I do it outside, so the mess on your carpet doesn't upset your mother?

Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you'd live to be a hundred years old. I didn't know. I didn't know that you were ashamed of me.

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

Guilt ripped into her like a rusty, serrated knife. It took up residence in her soul, settling in and getting comfortable so it could saw away ragged pieces of flesh and leave her to bleed.

Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?""I wasn't, " he shouts. "I was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it."Ethan scoffs. "Yeah, you did.""I'm an idiot.""Yeah, you are.""Shut up.

No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

Next morning I crept up to my room, the bitter flavour of disgust and shame in my mouth. Now that the warmth of her body no longer troubled my senses I felt the glaring reality, the repulsive nature of my betrayal. I knew at once that I would never again be able to look him in the face, never again take his hand--I had robbed myself, not him, of what meant most to me.

Pour everything out for the blood you have shed, you're wasting your time in appeasing the dead.

Who acts in haste repents at leisure.

You always think you can make it up to somebody—later, you know.' She took a deep breath. 'But now I never can. I never can.

Does he repent him or is there only room for his fear?

For what I did, I cannot atone. I can only suffer.

What would you prefer? Sobbing? Wailing? Maybe some more silence? Regret never won a war, Valkyrie, and 'sorry' isn't a big enough word for what I'm feeling. I've spent my life since then trying to make up for it, but I'll never make up for it. The things I did were unspeakably evil, but for those few years, I didn't care.

Truth is the lie you once told returning to haunt you

In its history, Europe has committed so many massacres and horrors that it should bow its own head in shame.

Nothing expresses remorse better than silence.

Regrets are mortal wounds