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Remorse Quotes

Remorse is the poison of life.

Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, Anne Bronte (2009). “The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.115, Penguin

Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.

Ogden Nash (1941). “The face is familiar: the selected verse of Ogden Nash”, Garden City publishing company, inc

She was remorseless, but she lacked method.

Diana Wynne Jones (2002). “Wizard's Castle”

How remorseless life is!

Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.175, Wordsworth Editions

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?

Yukio Mishima (1958). “Confessions of a Mask”, p.144, New Directions Publishing

Remorse begets reform.

William Cowper (1819). “Poems, etc”, p.331

It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.

P. G. Wodehouse (2010). “Love Among the Chickens”, p.118, The Floating Press

Abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate.

William Shakespeare, Samuel Johnson, George Steevens (1773). “Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. Appendixes”, p.449

Remorse is the pain of sin.

Theodore Parker (1853). “Sermons of Theism, Atheism, and the Popular Theology”, p.404

I wealthiest am when richest in remorse.

Saint Robert Southwell (1872). “The Complete Poems of Robert Southwell”, p.40

There is no remorse like the remorse of Chess

H. G. Wells (2013). “Delphi Collected Works of H. G. Wells (Illustrated)”, p.8287, Delphi Classics

The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

William Shakespeare, Thomas Dolby (1832). “The Shakespearian Dictionary, Forming a General Index to All the Popular Expressions, and Most Striking Passages in the Works of Shakespeare, from a Few Words to Fifty Or More Lines ... By T. Dolby”, p.159

Remorse is memory awake.

Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.119, First Avenue Editions

Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (2005). “Frankenstein”, p.185, Prestwick House Inc