Quotes About Remorse

Caroline Trent hadn't meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead. Or at least she thought he was dead.

The only thing worse than a man who makes a woman cry is a man who makes a woman cry and then doesn't feel guilty about it.

Because she was guilty and the dead were not at rest. In the night's silence she heard their voices on the wind.

Guilt is to the soul as pain is to the body, a warning that harm is being done.

Yerma. «[…] ¿Qué queréis saber? No os acerquéis, porque he matado a mi hijo. ¡Yo misma he matado a mi hijo!".

Y hoy que me es imposible volver a esa esquina del recuerdo a cometer el pecado no cometido, a reparar el mal no hecho, me mata el remordimiento.

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things than not being able to sleep for thinking about them. It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

Sorrow, regret and remorse tear down the cells of the body, and poison the atmosphere of the individual.

Many a criminal has finally given himself over to the authorities because the accusations of a guilty conscience were worse than prison bars.

The moral of the story is this: sometimes, to do nothing, to do nothing at all, is the sorriest thing ever.

I don't have to wait until the next morning to regret something I did that was kinda dumb.

Hell is eternal apartness. What had she done that she must spend the rest of her years reaching out with yearning for them, making secret trips to long ago, making no journey to the present?

No señor, miedo de tener que enfrentarme a lo que no hice

She rubbed salt into it: I'm thoughtless, all right. Selfish, self-willed, I eat too much, and I feel like the Book of Common Prayer. Lord forgive me for not doing what I should have done and for doing what I shouldn't have done—oh hell.

It's unfair. As a rule, life is unfair, I said. Yeah, but I think I did say some awful things. To Dick? Yeah. I pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road and turned off the ignition. That's just stupid, that kind of thinking, I said, nailing her with my eyes. Instead of regretting what you did, you could have treated him decently from the beginning. You could've tried to be fair. But you didn't. You don't even have the right to be sorry.

I'm forever realizing things too late.

I wasn't able to be that person for you, and I did a terrible thing. I feel awful about it. But there was something wrong between us from the start, as if we'd done the buttons up wrong.

I couldn't remember a thing I'd ever done to make her hate me that much. But sometimes, without even realizing it, we trample on people's feelings, hurt their pride, make them feel bad.

I personally believed that the bathroom door should be kept shut at all times, ever since my hamster Skippy had escaped from his little cage and mysteriously drowned in my potty chair. My sister could do a dreadfully accurate imitation of the look on Skippy's face when we found him, and she preferred to perform it at odd times, just so I would never forget that I was implicated in the death of an innocent rodent.

My heart gets very tender when it comes to playing someone who has wronged someone else. I almost feel like it's easier for me to play having been wronged than it is to actually feel like you had an active part in hurting someone.

He bore no grudge against those he had wronged.

The trouble with righting some wrongs is that it makes the remaining ones seem even more unbearable.

I was a cheap criminal; I did many, many wrongs. I admit that. Of course, if I could tell each person I'm sorry, I would.

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