#remorse

I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it. ↗

— Ogden Nash

#consciences #feed #i #i think #ought

Remorse, etymologically, is the action of biting again: that's what the feeling does to you. Imagine the strength of the bite when I reread my words. They seemed like some ancient curse I had forgotten even uttering. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#imagination

He had no cause for self-reproach on the score of neglect, or want of thought, for he had been devoted to her service; and yet a hundret little occasions rose up before him on which he fancied he might have been more zealous, and more earnest, and wished he had been. 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. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#remorse #death

The actuality of us being cognizant and accepting of the fact we are but a speck of sand in a universe sized desert, whose existence is irrelevant to any facet of universal function is a hard pill to swallow. Knowing the world will go on for another billion years after death and you will have no recollection of anything, just as you have no recollection of the billion years before your birth is a mind-boggling intuition, ↗

— Hewitt E. Moore

#life #noremorse #philosophy #universe #death

Remorse went out of fashion around the same time that “Stop feeling guilty,” and “You’re too hard on yourself,” and “You need to love yourself more” came into fashion. ↗

— Gail Godwin

#love

...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. ↗

— Donald Miller

#forgiveness #pain #remorse #forgiveness

You took a life and the theft went unpunished. God didn't strike you down. The sky didn't fall. The morning after, you turned on the faucet and water still came out... It was still good when you raised your arm for a cab and one came towards you out of the flow like magic. You did things that were supposed to end you and found they were only things that changed you. It was a disappointment and a revelation and a bereavement and a new thrilling nudity. It was the basic prosaic obscenity: You kept going. ↗

— Glen Duncan

#killing #murder #remorse #change

Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third. ↗

— Malcolm Lowry

#couple #days #die #god #good

Remorse is the pain of sin. ↗

— Theodore Parker

#remorse #sin

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

— Anne Rice

#death #deserved #hell #karma #lestat