Quotes About Remorse

I put my own feelings before what was right for you, for us. And I shouldn't have done that. Seriously, I fucked it all up.

Te perdi -Dice.- Esa fue mi consecuencia -Cooper

You can rèmove a tattoo; it's just difficult. And supposedly it's pretty painful. Some things, on the other hand, can't be undone.

He didn't know what exactly he wanted to say— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it —only the ever-deepening regret at how things were turning out between them, the desperate and impossible desire to go back to the way things had been.

A million little chances to change the future. They should never have married. He should never have touched her. She should have turned around, stepped out of his office into the hallway, walked away. He sees with utter clarity: none of this was supposed to happen. A mistake.

Ho fatto molti stupidi errori, - mi disse, - se ne fanno nella vita. I veri acciacchi dell'età sono i rimorsi.

I veri acciacchi dell'età sono i rimorsi.

Yank was a good man who lived a good life. He never did anything wrong. He died before his time, while I was still in jail. They wouldn't let me come home on a pass for his funeral. Not even for my brother's or sister's funerals. Yank managed O'Malley's Restaurant on the West Chester Pike, and he wrote me in jail that he was going to throw a great big welcome home party for me when I got out, but poor Yank got a heart attack and it killed him.)

feel very bad about it now. I wasn't an abusive father, but I started getting a little neglectful, and Mary was too good a woman, too easy on me. Then at some point, I just joined that other culture and I stopped coming home. But I brought cash over every single week. If I did good, Mary did good. I was a selfish bastard. I thought I was doing good by giving money, but I didn't give the kids enough family time. I didn't give my wife enough time.

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse.

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts - Est bien un bon remords)

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."

There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.

Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive her.

We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so little done- of so many things forgotten, and so many more which might have been repaired! There is no remorse so deep as that which is unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in time.

Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.

we have done wrong, and are reaping the fruits of wrong.

It wasn't the wine,' murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. 'It was the salmon.' (Somehow or other, it never is the wine, in these cases.)

Not to know that no space of regret can make amends for one life's misused oppurtunities!

Carton left him there; but lingered after a little distance, and turned back to the gate again when it was shut, and touched it. He had heard of her going to the prison every day. 'She came out here,' he said, looking about him, 'turned this way, must have trod on these stones often. Let me follow in her footsteps.

Marley's Ghost bothered him exceedingly.

Conscience is a dreadful thing when it accuses man or boy;

Of repentance or remorse or any feeling of mine, I say not a word. If I were not dumb, you would be deaf. Let that go by. It is not for your ears.