Bram Stoker Quotes

It was not the path I was to take. Because of my deeds, I will never know peace again.

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

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

I don't think I will ever be able to forgive myself for what I have done.

I've had my share of doing things that I really wish I hadn't done.

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?

Don't sell out your virtue and your value for something you think you want. Judas got the money, but he threw it all away and hung himself because he was so unhappy with himself.

...five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and I realized the full impact of what I’d done, I’d feel my heart breaking.

The fruition of what is unlawful must be followed by remorse. The core sticks in the throat after the apple is eaten, and the sated appetite loathes the interdicted pleasure for which innocence was bartered.

I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

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

True remorse is never just a regret over consequences; it is a regret over motive.

God may reduce you on Judgment Day to tears of shame, reciting by heart the poems you would have written, had your life been good.

See! those fiendish lineaments graven on the darkness, the writhed lip of scorn, the mockery of that living eye, the pointed finger, touching the sore place in your heart! Do you remember any act of enormous folly, at which you would blush, even in the remotest cavern of the earth? Then recognize your Shame.

Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.

Nothing may be more selfish than remorse.

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.

Our repentances are generally not so much a concern and remorse for the harm we have done, as a fear of the harm we may have brought upon ourselves.

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?

Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

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.

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.

A consciousness of misfortunes arising from a man's own misconduct aggravates their bitterness.