Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".

What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!

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!

Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later.

Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

I can still see her face -- The sorrow in her eyes, her voice, as she condemns me. I didn't know it was possible to feel such shame. To feel so sick at heart. I'm lost inside, my soul -- all that I thought I was, and am, and ever will be -- shattered, cast to the winds. Compared to this, death is a mercy.

I don't know what was in his mind, but I do know Ford was stricken by what he had done, by hitting me.

I feel terrible about it. Part of it is the horror of what happened and part of it is my guilt about being a part of it.

The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.

True repentance includes sorrow for sin and contrition of heart. It breaks the heart with sighs and sobs and groans.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

I have seen some whose consciences, owing undoubtedly to former indulgence, had grown to be as irritable as spoilt children, and at length gave them no peace. They did not know when to swallow their cud, and their lives of course yielded no milk.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

Remorse is sorrow over being caught and the pain of consequences that follow. Repentance is not being concerned for ourselves but having a contrite heart.

By retaliating our sufferings on the heads of those we love, we get rid of a present uneasiness and incur lasting remorse. With the accomplishment of our revenge our fondness returns; so that we feel the injury we have done them, even more than they do.

Delia picked at the raw sores of her conscience...Drunk or sober, Delia lived in the small town in her heart, ignoring the world in which all her love had turned to grief.

O how the darkness do crowd up, one against the other, in ye hearts! What fear ye more that what ye have wroughten?

I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

She is sadder and sadder, and for a man there is no balm more soothing than the sadness he has caused a woman.

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

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in.