Quotes About Remorse

because their lack of conscience prevents them from blushing—

Remorse is not for the elderly. When it comes to them, it is not purging or uplifting, but merely degrading and wretched, like a bladder disease.

Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.

We've been rehearsing a classic from antiquity, Green Eggs and Hamlet , the story of a young prince of Denmark who goes mad, drowns his girlfriend, and in his remorse, forces spoiled breakfast on all whom he meets.

In my time we had very few words, perhaps a hundred that we used all the time, and thirty of them were synonyms for guilt.

What have you done?' he said, his voice hollow and strained. He stepped back and put his fists to his temples. 'What have you done!' With an effort, Eragon said, 'Made you understand.

Mas talvez naquele momento ele não tenha sido capaz de nenhum cálculo,o grito que lhe saiu da boca era o grito de sua alma e nele e com ele descarregava anos de longos e secretos remorsos.Ou seja,após uma vida de incertezas,entusiasmos e desilusões,vilezas e traições,posto diante da inelutabilidade de sua ruína,ele decidia professar a fé de sua juventude,sem mais perguntar se era justa ou errada,mas para mostrar a si mesmo que era capaz de alguma fé.

You can be obsessed by remorse all your life, not because you chose the wrong thing—you can always repent, atone—but because you never had the chance to prove to yourself that you would have chosen the right thing. I

Is this possible? To spend a life punishing people who will never know they have been punished? So

La tragedia del suicida consiste en que nada más saltar por la ventana, entre el séptimo y el sexto piso, se arrepiente: «¡Oh, si pudiese volver atrás!»

You can be obsessed by remorse all your life, not because you chose the wrong thing—you can always repent, atone—but because you never had the chance to prove to yourself that you would have chosen the right thing.

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.

One can no more prevent the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. In the case of the sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty, it is called remorse. God upheaves the soul as well as the ocean.

One can no more prevent thought from recurring to an idea than one can the sea from returning to the shore: the sailor calls it the tide; the guilty man calls it remorse; God upheaves the soul as he does the ocean.

Ninguém poderá impedir o pensamento de voltar a uma ideia, como não podemos impedir o mar de voltar sempre a uma praia. Para o marinheiro isso se chama maré; para o culpado isso se chama remorso. Deus agita a alma como agita o oceano.

One can no more prevent the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. In the case of the sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty, its is called remorse. God upheaves the soul as well as the ocean.

There occurred, infamous to relate, inundations of the sewer. At times, that stomach of civilization digested badly, the cess-pool flowed back into the throat of the city, and Paris got an after-taste of her own filth. These resemblances of the sewer to remorse had their good points; they were warnings; very badly accepted, however; the city waxed indignant at the audacity of its mire, and did not admit that the filth should return. Drive it out better.

O nosso coração é tão vacilante e a vida humana um tal mistério, que mesmo num assassinato cívico, num assassinato libertador, se os há, o remorso de ter ferido um homem excede o prazer de ter sido útil ao género humano.

Leni got to her feet, stared at him. I didn't mean to do that. The same words she'd heard spoken by her dad.

I let the bad times overwhelm me, and I ran. It wasn't until I'd gone too far to turn back that I remembered how much I loved your father, and by then it was too late. For all these years, I've been left wondering, 'What if?' " What if?

probably never said I love you to another human being . . . How could Kate have said that? And then not called to apologize . . . or to say hello . . . or even to wish her a happy birthday?

But this new emotion…this feeling in the pit of his stomach that he'd been a bad person, that he'd hurt his brother deeply and known it and never bothered to make it right…

But if it's true, I hope that's gutted you every day since. I hope your life's a misery knowing that when Kelsey needed you most, you were fucking a twenty-two-year-old and too busy to go look for her.

And it's not the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone, Which gives you the bitter heartache, At the setting of the sun. ADELAIDE PROCTOR