Quotes About Remorse

He squirmed as though he was the one who'd killed Edwal and named Thorn a murderer. All he'd done was watch. Watch and do nothing.

Once your hands get bloody it ain't so easy to get 'em clean.

By the time I knew it was a mistake, it was too late to come back. That's usually how it is.

She was down the street and around the corner when she realized she hadn't put anything on besides the jacket and her boots. She was tramping around greater Denver at two in the morning in her faded pink panties. At least she had remembered the whiskey.

Thank you, Maggie. For everything. For trying to warn me. For helping me. I'd give anything to take back the way I acted when I saw you in Haverhill. I was scared of you. That's not an excuse. There isn't any excuse. There's a lot of things I wish I could redo. You can't imagine. I wish there was something I could do to show you how sorry I am. Something I could give you besides words.

Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination.

there is no crime of which I cannot conceive myself guilty.

Sometimes you regret the things you do, but they're over and done. Regretting the things you didn't do is tougher because they're still out there, haunting you with the what ifs.

That's a real void in my life. I see a lot of people who struggled and went to jail and the dogs were after them. I'd look them in the eyes and say, 'God almighty, I wish I'd have been there.'

I don't want to get away with murder! I'd have to live with that for the rest of my life. I would never want to live with killing somebody.

My God, what have we done?

It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.

The sum of all the things we shouldn't have done in our lives is enough to kill us with the weight.

We read all twenty-eight emails. When she is finished, Mirren kisses me on the cheek. "I can't even say sorry," she tells me. "There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.

I can't even say sorry," she tells me. "There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.

Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been.

To have the vice of scruple - to be an automaton of remorse.

Too late... everything's always too late.

Oh, what have I done?" "You fainted." "I—I am very sorry.

KNOWLT HOHEIMER I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge. When I felt the bullet water my heart I wished I had staid at home and gone to jail For stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary, Instead of running away and joining the army. Rather a thousand times the country jail That to lie under his marble figure with wings, And this granite pedestal Bearing the words, «Pro Patria». What do they mean, anyway?

It encourages a stern and ignorant spirit of condemnation; it throws altogether out of gear the healthy movement of the conscience; it invents virtues which are sterile and cruel; it invents sins which are no sins at all, but which darken the heaven of innocent joy with futile clouds of remorse.

I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion. Dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice--they all make fine fuel.

I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

Brush those tears from your eyes And try and realize That from now on I'll always be true. I went away But I didn't mean to stay And I will regret it until my dying day.