Quotes About Remorse

There comes a time when a man finds himself in front of a dark uncrossable abyss, which he himself has spent years digging. He cannot go forward, and has no way back. Words have failed, tears won't help, and who would he call out to? He can't even remember his own name. Then the man sees that on this god's green earth there is but one true suffering: the torment of guilty conscience.

The dead cannot be cheated, cannot be betrayed, unless you carry them with you in your heart and do the crime there.

Too late Bella. Now, it's too late. Show me.

The trouble was, he realized with dread, when your heart finally stopped beating in your chest, everything that you wished you'd said but hadn't, all the missing pieces of yourself that you had yet to give, all the failures you had stuffed under the rug in the guise of life being so very busy . . . that stopped, too. The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

The mid-stride step, never to be completed, was the worst regret anyone could have.

I'm sorry," he said remotely. "For what just happened between you and me." She

I didn't think I would ever walk in those shoes." V got serious quick. "I'm sorry I was the one who put you in them." "I'm not going to say it's okay." She took a deep breath. "Because it's not." "I know. And I agree.

Yes. I love you. I should have told you sooner, Lina. Not that I deserve to have your love after what I did to you. I wasn't there for you when you needed me. And I promised you I wouldn't let you down again. I'm not a guy who goes back on his promises. Can you ever forgive me for that?

Levántate y date una ducha, cabrón. –¿Qué pasa? –A mí no me vengas con qué pasa. Anoche fumaste marihuana. –Pero no era nada buena, de todos modos –dije, y me fui al baño.

I definitely know that I play the part, however big or small, in the deaths of at least two people, Chris Farley and Phil Hartmann.

It takes minutes to play, but 'Unmanned' sticks with you for long after the credits roll. As a part of a two-man team for an unarmed drone, you experience one day in the life of this man who's tired of staring through the camera of a drone flying around the Middle East and keeping his finger on the trigger.

I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.

I have never regretted my silence. As for my speech, I have regretted it over and over again.

A warrior doesn't know remorse for anything he has done, because to isolate one's acts as being mean, or ugly, or evil is to place an unwarranted importance on the self.

Guilt at least has a purpose; it tells us we've violated some ethical code. Ditto for remorse. Those feelings are educational; they manufacture wisdom. But regret-regret is useless.

Regret for things we have done can be tempered by time, it is regret for things we have not done that is inconsolable.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

A guilty conscience never feels secure.

I've come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us week, not our actions.

A drunkard's words are gone by the next dawn.

If Ewan was a drink... he'd be whisky because he seems like a good idea when you're drunk but he makes you feel like shit in the morning. Haha!

One of my da's tragedies was always the fact that he was bright enough to understand just how comprehensively he had shat all over his life.

And even if I somehow didn't: I had killed someone, and I always would have. It was always going to be like this. There was no undoing this, no talking my way out, no fixing it or apologizing it away, no smoothing off the sharp edges or planing it down so it could be tucked away into some smaller, manageable box. Instead it would grind me away till I fit around its own immutable shape.

It's true what they say … it's never the things you did that haunt you most … it's the things you didn't do, but wish you had.