Quotes About Remorse

PiÅŸmanl?k, özür dilemekten daha öte bir ÅŸeydir. güçlü bir duygudur. PiÅŸman olan bir kimse, kendisinden ve yapt??? ÅŸeyden utan?r. Gerçek piÅŸmanl?k ve onunla birlikte varolan utanma duygusu, daha önce yap?lm?? olan yanl??l?klar?n (suçlar?n) tekrarlanmamas?n? saÄŸlayan yegane insani duygudur. (Hayat? Sevmek)

Nie entschuldigen, Baby. Nie reden. Blumen schicken. Ohne Brief. Nur Blumen. Die decken alles zu. Sogar Gräber.

He looked at me sideways. "You mean, and then mixed things up a bit? Never apologise. Never talk. Send flowers. No letter. Only flowers. They cover up everything. Even graves.

This is the first time I have killed with my hands, whom I can see close at hand, whose death is my doing. Kat and Kropp and Müller have experienced it already, when they have hit someone; it happens to many, in hand-to-hand fighting especially— But every gasp lays my heart bare. This dying man has time with him, he has an invisible dagger with which he stabs me: Time and my thoughts.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

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

Half fish, he said. Fish that you were. I am sorry that I went too far out. I ruined us both. But we have killed many sharks, you and I, and ruined many others. How many did you ever kill, old fish? You do not have that spear on your head for nothing.

I shouldn't have gone out so far, fish," he said. "Neither for you nor for me. I'm sorry, fish.

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

But I won't keep a count of people I have killed as though it were a trophy record or a disgusting business like notches in a gun, he told himself. I have a right to not keep count and I have a right to forget them. No, himself said. You have no right to forget anything. You have no right to shut your eyes to any of it nor any right to forget any of it nor to soften it nor to change it.

I do feel better, Thomas Hudson thought. That is the funny part. You always feel better and you always get over your remorse. There's only one thing you don't get over and that is death.

I went out the door and suddenly I felt lonely and empty. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly, I had gotten somewhat drunk and had nearly forgotten to come but when I could not see her there I was feeling lonely and hollow.

But why did I ever leave Tom's mother in the first place? You'd better not think about that, he told himself.

Often, when one partner insists that they don't yet feel acknowledged, even as the one who hurt them insists they feel terrible, it is because the response is still more shame than guilt, and therefore self-focused. In the aftermath of betrayal, authentic guilt, leading to remorse, is an essential repair tool. A sincere apology signals a care for and commitment to the relationship, a sharing of the burden of suffering

You're lying to yourself again. You wanted to get rid of them. Their contempt and disgust aren't pleasant company. You're glad they're gone.

An apology is also an admission of guilt

Guilty like a chastised dog sitting in the corner, not because he knows taking food from the table is bad, but because he's done something inappropriate he doesn't understand.

understand guilt. I know pain. The only antidote I have is brutal honesty.

I'm not gonna let them go easy on me knowing he's out there hurting some other kid. How can a decent person live with that?" Indeed. Even a guy like Artice, who's caused his share of mayhem, sees that.

It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either

It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either, blue-eyed dryad. Farewell, Braenn.

I don't care a shit about their time. What have I done to them?" groaned Dandelion. "What wrong have I done them?" "Think carefully," said the white-haired elf, approaching without a sound, "and maybe you can answer the question yourself.

To hell with that! It's better to die than to live in the knowledge that you've done something that needs forgiveness.

Num mundo em que a morte vai à caça, não há tempo para remorso ou hesitação. O tempo é suficiente apenas para tomar decisões. Não importa quantas decisões serão tomadas, nenhuma é menos ou mais importante do que as outras. No mundo em que a morte vai à caça, não existem decisões importantes ou pouco importantes. Há apenas decisões tomadas pelo guerreiro perante um iminente extermínio.