Quotes About Remorse

the stabbing daggers, stab of memory raking me insane.

And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I'm going to cause you quite a lot of pain.

But the hand that struck my eyes was mine, mine atone—no one else— I did it all myself! What good were eyes to me? Nothing I could see could bring me joy.

you and your loved ones live together in infamy, you cannot see how far you've gone in guilt.

The pains we inflict upon ourselves hurt most most of all.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

The aftereffects of confiding something you shouldn't have, almost as bad as a hangover.

This isn't where I intended to be. Killing a person has a funny way of getting your life off-track.

I want to fix an image of him in my head, but all I can see when I close my eyes is his body, still and lifeless in my arms. I let him go, and I will never forgive myself for that.

The world is full of 'friends' of suicide victims thinking 'if I had only made that drive over there, I could have done something.

I think we were very foolish, you and I.

At my age a man discovers regret, Senhor Mouse. I pursued blood instead of beauty. My memories are all of killing. I've forgotten the rest. Sometimes I cannot sleep.

river burial had a certain rustic poetry, but Ophion cared not at all about preserving the decency of the dead. The river deposited Psaltery on a mud flat three kilometers downstream. When they passed her ruined body, the Titanides did not even glance at it. Chris could not look away. The corpse crawling with scavengers haunted his sleep for a long time. 28.

Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out.

Tommy told Pete about what his brother had seen in the war, the women who had walked through the camps, how some had wept and others had looked furious and would not be made to feel bad. "And so there's a struggle, or a contest, I guess you could say, all the time, it seems to me. And remorse, well, to be able to show remorse—to be able to be sorry about what we've done that's hurt other people—that keeps us human.

As he slew the innocent victim, he trembled at the thought that his sin must shed the blood of the spotless Lamb of God.

Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss which you yourself have caused

I took my better nature out, drowned it in a babbling stream/took the blossom of my youth and blew it all to smithereens.

It's a breath you took too late. It's a death that's worse than fate.

The only two things that motivate me and that matter to me are revenge and guilt.

If we consider closely our so-called generous actions, there is none which, from some aspect, is not blameworthy an even harmful, so that we come to regret having performed it—so that we must choose, finally, between abstention and remorse.

Gândurile cele mai adânci ÅŸi cele mai scumpe sunt acelea pentru care regret?m c? n-avem lacrimi.

P?catul este expresia religioas? a remu?c?rii.

Lacul Soustons, ora dou? dup?-amiaz?. Vîsleam. Deodat?, fulgerat de o reminiscen?? de vocabular: 'All is of no avail' (nimic nu serveÅŸte la nimic). S? fi fost singur, m? aruncam pe dat? în ap?. Niciodat? n-am simÅ£it cu asemenea violen?? nevoia s? termin cu toate.