Quotes About Remorse

His mother's memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return

There were things, your own acts, from which you could not recover. Something was killed in your breast; burnt out, cauterized out.

she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return

Usurious rates of return are deceitful sirens that sing but to lure the unwary upon the rocks of loss and remorse.

I delayed making a decision until it was too late, much to my subsequent regret.

I wander cowboy sidewalks of wood, wearing a too-small hat, filled with remorse for the many lives I failed to lead.

After that came her biggie: a triple murder--her dealer, the dealer's sister, and the dealer's sister's boyfriend. Reading that made me feel a little funny that we'd fucked and I'd loved her.

When confronted with some little unfairness, his face would darken with concern, and his eyes well up with tears, as if, in that unfortunate particular, he had intuited the injustice of the larger enterprise. Once a playmate brought along a dead robin he had just killed with a stone, held tong-like between two sticks. Willie spoke brusquely to the boy, seized the bird away, took it off to bury it, was low and quiet for the rest of the day.

I know it, and I wanted so much not to drag you into it!' said Kitty remorsefully. 'I thought, if only you knew nothing about it, it would serve as a reason for you to put an end to our engagement!' 'Yes, I know you did. Told me so, in that letter you wrote me. Dashed cork-brained notion! Stands to reason if you're in it I must be too.

Then she sighed, released his hand and , looking at him, shook her head and whispered, Too late.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

Usually I'm too tired to apologize.

Guilt was like the taste of ashes.

Would 'sorry' have made any difference? Does it ever? It's just a word. One word against a thousand actions.

It is so hot that even with the windows open, I am suffocating. I kept a frog in a box once. The box had a lid so he wouldn't jump out. It was during a summer like this. When everyone moves slowly because the air is too thick to breathe. I forgot about the frog for a few days. It was dead by the time I remembered. Tonight, as I lie in bed, I start to cry because I once killed a frog. It's just a little cry, and I stop myself quickly.

Immediately, I wanted to gather up everything I'd just said and stuff it back into my mouth. But once you've said stuff, you can't unsay it. Your words are out there, aren't they? Buzzing around in the quiet of the room so you can hear them echoing back at you...

I do not know why I shot the bird. At the moment I squeezed the trigger it seemed that the only two things in the world were the crow and myself. And now there is just me.

You bite on reflex, and then your conscience bites you.

His remorse and better judgment arrived, late as usual, like party guests riding in just after the social disaster of the season has already erupted.

Morning's for sweat, and night's for regret

A milligram of caution is worth a double quintal of remorse, so let us step warily.

Le parole rimangiate sono amare sulla lingua. (La dimora del sacrilego incantesimo)

Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,--what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!

It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong - although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by - come back to us with bitterness.