Quotes About Remorse

taking a remorseful satisfaction in the snowy walk and bitter wind.

For in that sad yet happy hour, she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair, but the sweetness of self-denial and self-control

Ah, but it wasn't all right, and Jo did mind, for while the curly head lay on her arm a minute after her hard answer, she felt as if she had stabbed her dearest friend, and when he left her without a look behind him, she knew that the boy Laurie never would come again.

Había aprendido no solamente la amargura del remordimiento y de la desesperación, sino también la dulzura de la abnegación y del dominio de sí misma.

You can't get over things you do to other people as easily as you get over things they do to you.

What more can punish a man than to sit and groan as he contemplates what might have been!

something, but she slept on, unmoving. There was more – plenty more – that he could have said, but he knew that the time for saying it was long past.

All this, Man-cub, came of thy playing with the Bandar-log. True; it is true, said Mowgli sorrowfully. I am an evil man-cub, and my stomach is sad in me.

She could not take the words back—words never will come back—and she looked round for something she could do.

A harder case is when we study about a terrible Japanese atrocity like Manchu. In this case, we Japanese people committed genocide and torture of the Chinese people, and so we learn we must feel great shame to the world.

So wonderful a power is remorse, so sincere is its friendship that to escape it entirely is the most terrible thing of all.

A man can wish to slink away from many things in life, and he may even succeed, so that life's favored one can say in the last moment, "I slipped away from all the cares under which other men suffered." But if such a person wishes to bluster out of, to defy, or to slink away from remorse, alas, which is indeed the most terrible to say of him, that he failed, or — that he succeeded?

repentance and remorse. The one calls us forward.

Guilt. Does anyone escape it? Is guilt the reason we make up stories?

Is it possible that evil is never total, that its victory, no matter how overwhelming, is never absolute? Consider this fallen man. He sought without remorse to shatter the mind of a fellow human being; and exploited, to do so, an entirely blameless woman, at least partly owing to his own impossible and voyeuristic desire for her. Yet this same man has risked death, with scarcely any hesitation, in a foolhardy rescue attempt.

No, sir. A sin. A suchmuch thing.

We often behave in ways that are guaranteed to make us unhappy. Many of us spend our lives marching with open eyes toward remorse, regret, guilt, and disappointment.And nowhere do our injuries seem more casually self-inflicted, or the suffering we create more disproportionate to the needs of the moment, than in the lies we tell to other human beings. Lying is the royal road to chaos.

When we consider that so few generations had passed since the church left off disemboweling innocent men before the eyes of their families, burning old women alive in public squares, and torturing scholars to the point of madness for merely speculating about the nature of the stars, it is perhaps little wonder that it failed to think anything had gone terribly amiss in Germany during the war years.

Among the many paradoxes of human life, this is perhaps the most peculiar and consequential: We often behave in ways that are guaranteed to make us unhappy. Many of us spend our lives marching with open eyes toward remorse, regret, guilt, and disappointment. And nowhere do our injuries seem more casually self-inflicted, or the suffering we create more disproportionate to the needs of the moment, than in the lies we tell to other human beings. Lying is the royal road to chaos.

When we played softball, I'd steal second base, feel guilty and go back.

What a burden it must be to know all the terrible things you've done and support it with arms unfit to carry it all.

Insensato! disse. Dovevo strapparmi il cuore il giorno in cui decisi di vendicarmi!

lawyers always give you very bad dinners. You would think they felt some remorse;

Beneath passion and beyond pleasure, there is always a trace of remorse.