Quotes About Remorse

The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in the excess of grief.

El remordimiento anulaba cualquier esperanza. Era el autor de males irremediables, y vivía bajo el constante terror de que el monstruo que había creado cometiera otra nueva maldad.

ignominious grave, and I the cause! A thousand times

It is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace. The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.

You throw a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed, you sit among the ruins and lament the fall.

It is well that you come here to whine over the desolation that you have made. You throw a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed you sit among the ruins, and lament the fall.

I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures as no language can describe

The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.

You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself

I could not sustain the horror of my situation, and when I perceived that the popular voice and the countenances of the judges had already condemned my unhappy victim, I rushed out of the court in agony. The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom and would not forgo their hold.

You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself. I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived, and long for the moment when they will meet my eyes, when it haunt my thoughts, no more.

Ah! It is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace. The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.

The monster continued to utter wild and incoherent self-reproaches

frightful selfishness hurried me on, while my heart was poisoned with remorse.

After the murder of Clerval, I returned to Switzerland, heart-broken and overcome. I pitied Frankenstein; my pity amounted to horror: I abhorred myself.

Miro las manos que jecutaron los crímenes... pienso en el espíritu que los proyectó y ansío que llegue el momento en que esas manos cubran mis ojos, en que ese espíritu no piense más. [...] Así hallaré mi felicidad.

Regret for wasted time is more wasted time

Tell her that I miss her. And that I'm sorry. You don't even know what you're sorry for. Well, yeah, but that doesn't matter. At this point, I'll be sorry for whatever she wants me to be sorry for.

It's too late, Peter.

On top of my sorrow, I felt a great shame.

How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.

We were not made for this killing thing, I swear. Back up. Big mistake.

A million dead butterflies, she said. Sorry as hell they ever landed here.

We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.