Rachel Caine Quotes

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

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

Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.

How quickly a person in pain whom you can't help becomes a reproach. And then, no doubt, a thorn.

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?

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

The idea of your younger sibling being in pain and realizing you are the cause of that pain is unbearable.

If you have ever clothed another with woe, as with a garment of pain, you will never be quite as happy as though you had not done that thing.

‎It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted.

Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

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

How awful is that hour when con, science stings.

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

There is not, perhaps, to a mind well instructed, a more painful occurrence, than the death of one we have injured without reparation.

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

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

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

There's genuine pain in Eric's eyes. And I feel a stab of guilt. But you can't stay with people because of guilt.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

The painting showed a hairless, oppressed creature with a head like an inverted pear, its hands clapped in horror to its ears, its mouth open in a vast, soundless scream. Twisted ripples of the creature's torment, echoes of its cry, flooded out into the air surrounding it; the man or woman, whichever it was, had become contained by its own howl. It had covered its ears against its own sound. The creature stood on a bridge and no one else was present; the creature screamed in isolation. Cut off by - or despite - its outcry.

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.

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