Quotes About Remorse

They weren't nice words he said. He could've lived a good life and died never having made a person feel rubbed down to bones and too sad to hold together.

Her grief for both of them was flavored with guilt the way salt flavors the sea; she could taste it in the tears.

I'm sorry about the way it looks. . . People often said that when they let him in, as if he were a health inspector instead of a sheriff. He had once gone to arrest a murderer who had let him in with just those words. The only remorse she'd shown, in fact.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.

Repentance seemed like too loose of a word. I knew I'd been wrong, but that didn't soften the blow.

Everything you have said will not matter anymore one day, only those things that you never said will always haunt you and strangle you every time you see your world in someone else's hand.

A missed opportunity repentance only leaves behind

And she hated him—perhaps the more so because there was no reason for her hatred. Quite the contrary. She was the one who had wronged him . . . His own dislike was a result of what she had done to him. And she knew now that the way she had justified her behavior all those years ago had been all wrong. There had been no justification.

I am the one who has done wrong. Always. All my life, it seems. Bringing misery to everyone I have ever loved.

I did nothing to defend my own child, and now I fear that she will never recover.

She wished he had stayed half a world away for the rest of his life.

My life came to an end the day I left you, he whispered fiercely. I have lived in hell since then. I do not need to die, Becky. Nothing could be worse than what I have lived. If you wished to see me punished, know that your wish has been granted a thousandfold.

He rode away from her with the deepest regret.

Guilt can eat away at you and destroy the future as well as the past.

I am sorry now. I missed an hour of your company. A dreadful thing to miss, he said. Your life will be forever impoverished, Allie.

For Allie would suffer for what she had done this night. And he would be the last person on this earth who could comfort her.

He had not forgiven her and doubted that he ever would or could. And during his own brief visit to her and the meeting at last evening's ball she had shown no sign of wishing forgiveness.

I never would have shot him

When you have committed an action that you cannot bear to think about, that causes you to writhe in retrospect, do not seek to evade the memory: make yourself relive it, confront it repeatedly over and over, till finally, you will discover, through sheer repetition it loses its power to pain you. It works, I guarantee you, this sure-fire guilt-eradicator, like a homeopathic medicine — like in small doses applied to like. It works, but I am not sure that it is a good thing.

The first stone represents the past—worries, bad memories, remorse. Understand?" "I do," I say. "The second stone stands for the present. The third pebble is a wish for the future.

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?

Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

The blood flowed freely in my veins, but a weight of despair and remorse pressed on my heart, which nothing could remove.