Quotes About Remorse

Now for the first time since the barbecue she realized just waht she had brought on herself. The thought of this strange boy whom she hadn't really wanted to marry getting into bed with her, when her heart was breaking with an agony of regret at her hasty action and the anguish of losing Ashley forever, was too much to be borne.

You must not say these things, Scarlett! You mustn't. You don't mean them. You'll hate yourself for saying them, and you'll hate me for hearing them!

My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, I'm sorry, all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief

She heard the soft muffled sound of his footsteps dying away down the long hall, and the complete enormity of her actions came over her. She had lost him forever. Now he would hate her and every time he looked at her he would remember how she threw herself at him when he had given her no encouragement at all.

I was mad at the time, or I would never have done the thing.

Last time I was sober, man I felt bad, Worst hangover that I ever had. It took six hamburgers, Scotch all night, Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right.

On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

I continued to sit with the open book in my hand and wonder why I was filled with so much anger and hate that I had to confide it all to you. I tried to understand the Anne of last year and make apologies for her, because as long as I leave you with these accusations and don't attempt to explain what prompted them, my conscience won't be clear.

Os mortos recebem mais flores do que os vivos, porque o remorso é mais forte que a gratidão

Dead people recive more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger tha gratitute

It is a uniquely distressing experience to see yourself only through the eyes of others, too often those you have injured in some way, to know irrefutably what you have done but not why you did it, not the mitigating circumstances, the beliefs you held at the time which made your actions seem reasonable then.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

And she and I, we will take that guilt to our graves of whatever we did and didn't do, or had to do, or failed to do

This is when you pray, she thought miserably and quietly. This is when you pray to nothing and no one to take away the terror of what you've done, to make it right, to make it that you never never came here.

I had robbed myself of my own Child of the Blood by my splendid designs.

How dreadful that must have been for Aaron, picking up the trash of my life, with no word of apology from me.

His dark-green eyes made me think of Merrick's, and for one moment I felt such a desire for her, such a horror of what I'd done, that I couldn't speak.

He didn't have much of a conscience left, but what remained seemed to belong to Bryony.

When Willy Brandt was chancellor of Germany, he sank to his knees at the Warsaw Ghetto in 1970 to apologize to Polish Jews for the Holocaust.

I, for one, dearly hope that a British prime minister will find the heart, and the spirit, to get on his or her knees at Jallianwala Bagh in 2019 and beg forgiveness from Indians in the name of his or her people for the unforgivable massacre

sturdy five-foot-ten frame—but that was in another country, and alas… "What's that you've got in your hand?" he snapped at me. I glanced down at the piece of paper

if a being has sufficient sense of justice and civility to know it has done wrong, knowing it has done wrong is often sufficient punishment. If the being has no remorse, punishment will only increase its anger.

I'm dying from about ninety-nine kinds of shame