C. S. Lewis Quotes

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

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

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

My arms are up to the elbows in blood. That is the most terrible thing that lies in my soul.

There’s got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.

I don't know why I did it.

All of my close friends are emotional train wrecks. This is what makes our lives interesting - constantly doubting ourselves, worrying, wondering if we've made a mistake. Could we have done better? Are we good people? Are we bad people?

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

I don't make the right choices. I simply don't.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience.

I never did a thing in all my life, virtuous or otherwise that I didn't repent of within twenty-four hours.

My conscience aches but it's going to lose the fight.

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.

Vengeance taken will often tear the heart and torment the conscience.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

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.

Have I been wrong? Have I been wise to shut my eyes?

Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.

I never meant it," he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things, that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him. Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked, and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room, trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.