Quotes About Remorse

I shoplifted. I was about five years old, and I took a candy from a store. We paid for three of them, but I took four, and I went home and cried. My mom took me back, and I paid for the missing piece.

...Lovers are Like walking ghosts, they always haunt the spot Of their misdeeds.

Here I should like to remark, for the sake of princes and princesses in general, that it is a low and contemptible thing to refuse to confess a fault, or even an error. If a true princess has done wrong, she is always uneasy until she has had an opportunity of throwing the wrongness away from her by saying: 'I did it; and I wish I had not; and I am sorry for having done it.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend / And waste the chance that I'd been given / So I'm never gonna dance again / The way I danced with you.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy's loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I shold have died with him.

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body... and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had... I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is.

He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.

And she would weep. When he saw tears rolling down her face, he would forgive her. She was less certain whether she would forgive herself.

Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt.

As he made his way back to his home on the Dijver, along the canals, beside the calm waters, Borluut felt his regret, his remorse at having divulged his worries grow at the sight of the noble swans, sealed-in snow, which, prisoners of the canals, prey to the rain, the sadness of the bells, the shadow of the gables, have the modesty to remain silent and only complain, with a voice that is almost human, when they are about to die...

A good memory is needed once we have lied.

No doing without some ruing.

Always repenting of wrongs done will never bring my heart to rest.

Repentance is for little children.

For of all sad words of tongues or pen the saddest are these: It might have been.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.

I regret often that I have spoken; never that I have been silent.

There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

But words once spoke can never be recall'd.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!"

We can always get along better by reason and love of truth than by worry of conscience and remorse. Harmful are these, and evil.