Charles Spurgeon Quotes

Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.

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

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

Remorse weeps tears of blood.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

My second wife, the mother of one of my sons, died of murder. I was not with her, but I could have saved her. I think.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

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

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.

The murder of Sean Brown hurt my soul.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?

Tragedy isn't getting something, or failing to get it; it's losing something you already have.

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

Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.

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

Yeah? Okay," she said, staring up into the stars. "Let's see. You know how, at the end of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet wakes up in the crypt and Romeo's already dead? He thought she was dead so he killed himself right next to her?" "Yeah. That was awesome." A pause, followed by "Ow," suggested elbow punctuation on the part of Mik. Karou ignored it. "Well, imagine if she woke up and he was still alive, but..." She swallowed, waiting out a tremor in her voice. "But he had killed her whole family. And burned her city. And killed and enslaved her people.

Let tears gather in your eyes. You haven’t tears enough for what you’ve done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eight…I might have had that shape!’ Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands had risen to her face, whose eyes were clouded over. Her moan was almost Claudia’s name. But Claudia did not hear her. ‘Yes, that shape, I might have known what it was to walk at your side.

Suicide is the worst form of murder, because it leaves no opportunity for repentance.

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

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.

She died on a windy gray day in March when the sky was full of darting crows and the world lay prostrate and defeated after winter. Peter Lake was at her side and it ruined him forever. It broke him as he had not ever imagined he could have been broken. He would never again be young, or able to remember what it was like to be young. What he had once taken to be pleasures would appear to him in his defeat as hideous and deserved punishments for reckless vanity.

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