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Quotes about Remorse

We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't.
— William Faulkner
What sets a man writhing sleepless in bed at night is not having injured his fellow so much as having been wrong; the mere injury he can efface by destroying the victim and the witness but the mistake is his and that is one of his cats which he always prefers to choke to death with butter.
— William Faulkner
To remember a wrongdoing is to struggle against it.
— Miroslav Volf
The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.
— George Eliot
We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.
— Anonymous
If I have said something to hurt a man once, I shall not get the better of this by saying many things to please him.
— Samuel Johnson
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.
— Victor Hugo
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.
— Victor Hugo
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.
— Victor Hugo
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.
— Victor Hugo
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.
— Victor Hugo
Her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin.
— Milan Kundera