And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?

Looking back, my greatest regret is not that I didn’t love them enough (to the brink of insanity and back again), but that I couldn’t save them from themselves.

You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sin, you know, and cry tears doing it that are genuine as any.

Humility is the only thing that can restore a relationship, when respect has been lost.

Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life. To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone...

Apologizing is different from begging, it doesn’t change your status, go ahead and get on your knees, spill tears if you got it, for the person you offended, if at all you had a place...

Penance is a sacrifice, a voluntary punishment to show remorse for a sin. The more grievous the sin, the greater the self-inflicted suffering. For some, the ultimate penance is death. But for others, it simply...

Truly there are different kinds of pain. But the most agonizing is the pain of regret, for which there is no lasting relief and no remedy.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that’s ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

Mother’s intentions were always sound, never muddy; I don’t imagine that she troubled herself to feel very guilty. But the Rev. Mr. Merrill was a man who took to wallowing in guilt; his remorse, after...

One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.

Everything since the beginning of time was working together to make my happiness possible: and then you. You walked into the audiovisual lab in your flannel shirt…and you fucked it up! You fucked everything up!...

The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in the excess of grief.

Sometimes, I’m not sure she has the capability for remorse.

Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more–he has given...

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

You have to understand that only the very worst end up here: the ones whose anger made them kill, and who felt no sorrow or guilt after the act; those so obsessed with themselves that...

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

I did not want to be taken for a fool – the typical French reason for performing the worst of deeds without remorse.

Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.

When such as I cast out remorseSo great a sweetness flows into the breastWe must laugh and we must sing,We are blest by everything,Everything we look upon is blest.

Death abides by no one’s rules…it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains...

Everytime I hold you is the last time I hold you, I’ve known that since the very first time.

I have received the pilgrim—a disguised deity, as I verily believe. Already it has done me good: my heart was a sort of charnel; it will now be a shrine.

It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

Remorse shows the difference between a cruel person and one that is not.

Remorse is the pain of sin.

I know I’m the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.

In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

Never apologize, mister, it’s a sign of weakness.

…burying themselves in his arm was more about feeling his love in the confusion, in the difficulty, than it was about having moved past it.

There is a degree of sympathy, but it’s mixed with remorse. We recognize their right to fight for their rights, but it’s a bit shocking to recognize that what they want is to be Americans....

God has broken me in every way possible. I spent a year not caring, a year trying to figure out what I’d done to deserve it. and a year trying to make it right.

One man’s remorse is another man’s reminiscence.

Peter denied Jesus; Judas betrayed Jesus. The bad news was that both of them fell off the track and were both filled with regrets, remorse and anguish for their mischievous behaviours. However it was only...

Take every gain without showing remorse about missed profits, because an eel may escape sooner than you think.

Lo, God! I am Thy handiwork. I have sinned and have done great evil, yet I am still Thy handiwork, who hath made me what I am. So, though I may not undo that which...

She’d been conceived as a goddess of justice. But this wasn’t just.It wasn’t right.And her husband’s wrongful death would not go unavenged.Kissing cold lips Bathymaas laid him on the ground and covered his body with...

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another. I do not feel...

Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.

I took some naked pictures the other day. I don’t feel shamed, but I do feel remorse over having to steal the whole camera to get the pictures.

In my terms, I settled for the realities of life, and submitted to its necessities: if this, then that, and so the years passed. In Adrian’s terms, I gave up on life, gave up on...

Besides the pleasure, there is always remorse, from the indulgence of our passions; and, after all, what have you men to fear from all this; the world excuses, and notoriety ennobles you?

The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and...

Now that lilacs are in bloomShe has a bowl of lilacs in her roomAnd twists one in her fingers while she talks.”Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not knowWhat life is, you...

Memory in the mind of man can adapt to the worst conditions. I’ll give you an example, an analogy of sorts: Each night I sop rags with beer and lay them out in careful strips....

I ran over some dog poop on my drive home last night. But I didn’t feel bad, because I didn’t vote for that particular politician.

While I meditate on the gulf towards which I travelled, and reflect on my youthful disobedience, for these things I weep, mine eye runneth down with water.

So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every...