Quotes About Remorse

He had promised Charles Danvers that he would stay away from his daughter and he had willfully and recklessly broke that vow despite the best of intentions. However, Charles Danvers had made many promises as well, promises he broke when he took his own life. So if his old friend's ghost ever did come a-haunting, Grey would feel reasonably justified in telling him to sod off.

Why did you have to be there? I'm so sorry. I'm so very, very sorry, Bird.

I hope you are pleased with yourself. You have made a spirit cry.

The tears ran freely down his cheeks. "Is this what people feel like? Bad ? Guilty? And when they do the right thing, the virtuous thing, is it only to keep themselves from feeling like this ? Is that what good is? What it means to be good?

It's always the same. When you come out of it and take a look around, the sight of wounds that you have left on the people who care for you makes you wince more than those you have inflicted on yourself. Though I am devoid of regret or remorse for almost anything I have done, if there is a corner for these feelings then it lies with that awareness. It should be enough to stop you from ever going back down there, but it seldom is. Anthony Loyd, My War Gone By, I Miss It So.

Don't look so sad," she said. Her eyes were full of tears. "I can't help it," he said. "I am sad." "I'm sorry I've made you so unhappy." "Don't be sorry for that. Be sorry that you made me so happy. That's what hurts, woman. That you made me so happy.

Conscience,' Hobbey said with infinite sadness. 'I had one once. Ambition killed it.

How easy it is to leave things undone until they are too late.

Grief and sorrow are one and the same. But until you feel regret for what is now forever out of reach, you do not truly mourn.

Le mal du pays lui perçait la poitrine et les remords lacéraient tout espoir d'une vie meilleure. Il était naufragé.

I failed her in life. But I won't fail her in death.

The whole night had been a mistake. It's not going to let me rewind. Or unmake the mistakes I've made.Or the promises I've mad. Or have her back. Or have me back.

Why wasn't I nicer to Alice? When she has been nothing but sweet to me? When I actually like her? I know I should say something to her, but before I can find the words, she's tooting her horn and disappearing down the street. I wave until she turns the corner. And as I watch another person drive out of here to some better place, I understand exactly why I wasn't nicer.

Would do anything for five more minutes. Just five. To hold her hand, to tell her I forgive her.

I'll hate myself later." "I hate myself now.

I let my friend die," I say slowly, softly. "That will never be the right thing.

He seems truly sorry.

But, R - e - m - o - r - s - e!The water-wagon is the place for me;…It is no time for mirth and laughter,The cold, gray dawn of the morning after!

R-E-M-O-R-S-E! Those dry Martinis did the work for me; Last night at twelve I felt intense, Today I feel like thirty cents. My eyes are bleared, my coopers hot, I'll try to eat, but I cannot. It is no time for mirth and laughter, The cold, gray dawn the morning after.

You threw him away. Sloppy, Hugh.

You have a strange look on your face," he said. "I just realized I shouldn't be in the same vehicle with you. In fact, I shouldn't have called you in the first place, so I'm trying very hard to rewind time.

She felt intense disappointment, even a kind of guilt, as if she had missed something, perhaps forever. He had been there, she could have spoken to him. Could she call out now, cry his name? It was impossible.

Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.

Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.