John Webster Quotes

Remorse weeps tears of blood.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

I slew him-this right hand struck the dagger to his heart. My deeds slew Christ. Alas! I slew my best beloved; I killed him who loved me with an everlasting love. Oh eyes, why do you refuse to weep when you see Jesus' body mangled and torn? Give vent to your sorrow, Christians, for you have good reason to do so.

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

Remorse is the fruit of crime.

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

The older child who has lost or broken some valuable thing will be found when his parents return, not run away, not willing to confess, but in a deep sleep. The thief whose case is being tried falls asleep.

How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free of it. I’ve earned it. I’ve deserved it. I’ve sought it out. Such is my punishment.

Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.

I mean, I felt terrible. And in the beginning, I mean, I was completely devastated. I mean, can you imagine the kind of guilt that you would feel, and the responsibility?

If you really kill, you don't want to talk about it.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

The first and greatest punishment of the sinner is the conscience of sin.

It's a horrible thing to realize what you've done.

I remember stealing some pic n' mix when I was seven; when I got out of the shop, I burst into tears.

The first day I walked into prison, and he slammed that door, I knew the magnitude of the decision that I made, and the poor judgment, and what I allowed to happen to the animals. And, you know, it's no way of explaining the hurt and the guilt that I felt. And that was the reason I cried so many nights.

Sin carries in it its own misery.

Remorse is the pain of sin.