Quotes About Remorse

After which, satisfied with the way he had conducted himself at Meung, free of remorse for the past, confident in the present, and full of hope for the future, he went to bed and slept the sleep of the just.

He had frequently called for capital punishment on criminals, and owing to his irresistible eloquence they had been condemned, and yet the slightest shadow of remorse had never clouded Villefort's brow, because they were guilty; at least, he believed so; but here was an innocent man whose happiness he had destroyed. In this case he was not the judge, but the executioner.

But such was his state of mind that two bottles were not enough to extinguish his thoughts; so he remained, too drunk to fetch any more wine, not drunk enough to forget, seated in front of his two empty bottles, with his elbows on a rickety table, watching all the specters that Hoffman scattered across manuscripts moist with punch, dancing like a cloud of fantastic black dust in the shadows thrown by his long-wicked candle.

Voi donne, viceversa, ben di rado siete tormentate dai rimorsi, giacché ben di rado la decisione origina da voi, le vostre sventure quasi sempre sono il crimine altrui.

After this, satisfied with the way in which he had conducted himself at Meung, without remorse for the past, confident in the present, and full of hope for the future, he retired to bed and slept the sleep of the brave.

Fui un insensato -dijo-, en no haberme arrancado el corazón el día que jure vengarme.

Fui un insensato –dijo– en no haberme arrancado el corazón el día que juré vengarme.

I can't forget what it's done to you. I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It's gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won't ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It's gone. In a few hours, you've grown so much older.

words that have been said cannot be unspoken

Pain was something to get used to, to inure yourself against. I would rather hurt myself than be hurt by someone else, and so I took up this practice with a sense of purpose and without remorse.

There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done.

Now that I think of it, she looked splendid. I wish I had met her somewhere else. I wish I had appreciated her as she deserved. I wish that everything had gone differently.

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight. But then only movment could save him, and he moved and he moved and he moved, no movement being enough to make up for it. The guilt on him, the hand of God pressing down on him, saying, You were not there when your daughter needed you.

I've killed him," she murmured. "I've killed Donald the Grim. Faith, what will become of me? I've killed a man who stood as guardian to me. I'll go to Hell, as sure as I stand here." Kneeling swiftly

Twice – Once too often.

MidÅ'n egy napon gyermeki duzzogásomban meggondolatlanul letéptem kishúgom fülét, anyám korholó szava - Meglepsz, fiam! - annyira szíven ütött, hogy egész éjszaka sírva, álmatlanul hánykolódtam ágyamban, majd anyám lábához vetettem magam, s így kértem bocsánatát: - Ne haragudj, édesanyám, hogy meglepetést okoztam neked!

1872-ben egy júniusi reggelen meggyilkoltam atyámat - ez még a házasságom elÅ'tti idÅ'ben történt, mikor szüleimmel együtt éltem Wisconsin der?s ege alatt -, és mondhatom, az eset mély nyomokat hagyott bennem.

APOLOGIZE, v.i. To lay the foundation for a future offence.

You don't have to speak. Words fade, she whispered. I know that better than anyone. Words are forgotten; they are regretted. Unnecessary. I know.

i want... i want a chance to do it all again. To do it... right.' Tears showed in the Old Man's eyes. 'How ever did it go so wrong, Temple? I had so many advantages. So many opportunities. All squandered. All slipped away like sand through a glass. So many disappointments...' 'Most of them you brought on yourself' 'Of course.' Cosca gave a ragged sigh. 'But they're the ones that hurt the worst.

Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free of it. I've earned it. I've deserved it. I've sought it out. Such is my punishment.

His lip began to tremble and he covered his face with his hands. 'My fault . . . if something were to happen to her . . .' His shoulders shook silently, and Glokta raised his eyebrows. He was used to men crying in his presence of course. But I usually have at least to show them the instruments first.

You could not even guess at the things that I have done. Awful, evil, obscene. The telling of them alone would make you puke. They nag at me from time to time, but I tell myself I had good reasons. The years pass, the unimaginable becomes everyday, the hideous becomes tedious, the unbearable becomes routine. I push it all into the dark corners of my mind, and it's incredible, the room back there. Amazing, what one can live with.