Quotes About Remorse

I ended up injuring her with a knife I had on me. I can't really remember what happened.

I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.

Why can't we call that hour back, unsay what should not have been said, turn right instead of left, stay instead of running away? But time will not come again and everything has changed because of it. The flight of an arrow is quicker than a breath, yet it takes a man from this world for eternity.

For the passage time cannot undo the crime of murder, since the victim is gone of from mortal reach and has no tongue or sign to forgive the one who wronged him.

The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again. - Cian MacKeltar

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R-E-G-R-E-T. I can spell that word now. Raw. Endless. Grief. Raining. Eternal. Tears. That's what regret is.

The worst part about losing someone you love—besides the agony of never getting to see them again—are the things you never said. The unsaid stalks you, mocks you for thinking you had all the time in the world. None of us do.

Regret is poison that kills the soul.

I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

You didn't have to rip my dress," she said plaintively when he let her breathe. "I love this one. Nellie worked on it for days." "I'm sorry, lass," he said somberly. " Ã¢â'¬â"¢Twas an accident, lass. Sometimes I forget my strength. I mean to be gentle but it doesn't come out that way. Can you forgive me?

I never thought my actions would cause you to leave. I'm so sorry." I closed my eyes briefly. "It's not what made me leave, Daddy. But it's one of the things that made it easy to stay away.

At no point in his cramming for his upcoming confrontation with Gemma did the words "I'm sorry" cross his mind.

Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.

I shouldn't have done that," I said. That was when I kissed him again. May God forgive me for this and all these things I've done.

Though he can't remember how he got there or having taken off his clothes, A.J. wakes in bed wearing only his underwear. He remembers that Harvey Rhodes is dead; he remembers being an asshole to the comely Knightley Press rep; he remembers throwing the vindaloo across the room; he remembers the first glass of wine and the toast to Tamerlane. After that, oblivion. From his point of view, the evening had been a triumph.

There are things we can't undo, but perhaps there is a kind of constructive remorse that could transform regrettable acts into something of service to life.

Remorse went out of fashion around the same time that "Stop feeling guilty," and "You're too hard on yourself," and "You need to love yourself more" came into fashion.

Not all who betray feel guilt and remorse. They often proclaim the betrayed deserved the punishment for past actions. A rationalization intended to ensnare the ignorant and offer warrant. Remember. The betrayer was either attempting to gain something for themselves, or to inflict pain upon you; or both.

Noah had complained for so long about wanting to be left alone. Now he had his wish—to the utmost. He was finally, totally and utterly, alone. And he realized what a complete selfish fool he had been.

Power of responsibility was nil at these times. There was fear afterwards, with a massive and suppressed remorse.

I looked at a photo of Martyn Duffey today and it shocked me seeing him so lifelike in that photo and dead, gone, destroyed by me, I can't stop thinking about it.

We had not written or phoned or called or even sent a lousy card. We were young: we had our troubles. If there is a hell it should be for selfishness.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.