Quotes About Remorse

He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

Let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart.

She knew that her deed had been evil; she could have no faith, therefore, that its result would be for good.

She deemed it her crime most to be repented of, that she had ever endured and reciprocated the lukewarm grasp of his hand, and had suffered the smile of her lips and eyes to mingle and melt into his own.

We have wronged each other, answered he. "Mine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay.

Not a stitch in that embroidered letter, but she has felt it in her heart.

Tell him he has murdered me! Tell him that I'll haunt him!

So something that never should have happened did, all because of my thoughts and actions. A clear-cut cause-and-effect relationship. I was the one who caused it, and I should probably get the death penalty. Or maybe what I should say is I'm the one who pronounced the death sentence on myself

She idly wonders which is crueler, man or nature. She determines it must be man. Nature has no remorse, but neither does it have malice.

Perhaps that is why we must, by law, keep a record. A public journal, testifying to those who will never die and those who are yet to be born, as to why we human beings do the things we do. We are instructed to write down not just our deeds but our feelings, because it must be known that we do have feelings. Remorse. Regret. Sorrow too great to bear. Because if we didn't feel those things, what monsters would we be?

Have I not expressed sufficient remorse?' 'You have. But there are still consequences. Even for necessary things.' 'I broke none of my laws...' 'No, but you broke mine. [...] Therefore, I can no longer speak to you. You are... Unsavory to me.

Correction must be about lifting one up from one's poor choices and prior deeds. As long as remorse is sincere, and one is willing to make recompense, there is no purpose to suffering.

We are instructed to write down not just our deeds but our feelings, because it must be known that we do have feelings. Remorse. Regret. Sorrow too great to bear. Because if we didn't feel those things, what monsters would we be?

Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse," Scythe Faraday had been fond of saying.

Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse.

Remorse. Regret. Sorrow too great to bear. Because if we didn't feel those things, what monsters would we be?

Does he feel remorse for coming at this time of day? Only when he looks at people's faces, so he tries not to. They are not people—they are ideas. They are just extensions of the enemy.

Folly, error, sin, avarice Occupy our minds and labor our bodies, And we feed our pleasant remorse As beggars nourish their vermin.

Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse, La honte, les remords, les sanglots, les ennuis, Et les vagues terreurs de ces affreuses nuits Qui compriment le coeur comme un papier qu'on froisse? Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse?

La necedad, el error, el pecado, la tacañería, Ocupan nuestros espíritus y trabajan nuestros cuerpos, Y alimentamos nuestros amables remordimientos, Como los mendigos nutren su miseria.

Et le ver rongera ta peau comme un remords.

And you'll cry out my name you'll finally know what you should have known So very long ago.

Kakvo sam to govno bio ja? Umeo sam ocigledno da igram neke prljave, nestvarne igre. Šta me je teralo na to? Yar sam pokušavao da proturim svejedno kao nešto? Da li sam mogao i dalje da govorim sebi kako je to u suštini stvar istrazivanja, prosto jedna studija zenskog roda? Jednostavno sam pustio da se stvari dešavaju, bez razmišljanja o njima. Nije me bilo briga ni za šta osim za svoje sebi?no, jeftino uzivanje. Pravi razmazeni srednoškolac.

Hopefully we don't end up as someone else's dinner." For a moment I feel a stab of remorse for the lamb: born into an infinite, hostile universe and destined from birth to be nothing more than fodder for uncaring alien intelligences vaster by far than it can comprehend. "'Scuse me, I'm having a Heather Mills moment here." Mo