REMORSE

Related Subjects: Conscience, Despair, Regret, Repentance

1. But, R-E-M-O-R-S-E!
   The water-wagon is the place for me;
   It is no time for mirth and laughter,
   The cold, gray dawn of the morning after!—GEORGE ADE, The Sultan of Sulu
   

2. Last night at twelve I felt immense,
   But now I feel like thirty cents.—GEORGE ADE, The Sultan of Sulu
   

3. Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
   The tortures of that inward hell!—BYRON, The Giaour
   

4. Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
   If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
   Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,
   It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost
   Weeps only tears of poison.—COLERIDGE, Remorse
   

5. Remorse, the fatal egg by Pleasure laid.—COWPER, The Mourning Bride
   

6. Remorse begets reform.—COWPER, The Task
   

7. Remorse is memory awake.—EMILY DICKINSON, Poems
   

8. Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to sin,
   Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within.—JUVENAL, Satires
   

9. There are some people who are very resourceful
   At being remorseful,
   And who apparently feel that the best way to make friends
   Is to do something terrible and then make amends.—OGDEN NASH, Hearts of Gold
   

10. Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in adversity.—ROUSSEAU, Confessions
    

11. High minds, of native pride and force,
    Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!—SCOTT, Marmion
    

12. When thou shalt be disedged by her
    That now thou tirest on, how thy memory
    Will then be pang'd by me.—SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
    

13. Leave her to heaven
    And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
    To prick and sting her.—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
    

14. I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
    

15. The image of a wicked heinous fault
    Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his
    Does show the mood of a much troubled breast.—SHAKESPEARE, King John
    

16. Abandon all remorse;
    On horror's head horrors accumulate.—SHAKESPEARE, Othello
    

17. O that the vain remorse which must chastise
    Crimes doers, had but as loud a voice to warn,
    As its keen sting is mortal to avenge!—SHELLEY, The Cenci