H. Rider Haggard Quotes

The tortures of present death disturb him not, but the recollection of his fall, fills him with a holy sorrow.

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?

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

The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work.

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

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.

Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt.

I regret and suffer those losses, but it's God's will. He will pardon me if I committed excesses, but I don't think I did.

Repentance is accepted remorse.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.

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.

I understand that I will be made to suffer for my actions.

I really believe guilt finds its way out of a person.

Regret is not a proactive feeling. It is situated in disappointment, sorrow, even remorse. It merely wishes things were different without an act to cause a difference. However, repentance is different. Repentance is an admission of, hatred of, and turning away from sin before God.

The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.

Our sins are more easily remembered than our good deeds.

Sin carries in it its own misery.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

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

How carefully would I atone, if I might, for the time I have lost!

That's what troubles me: I should like to suffer more for the expiation of my sins.

You get to know everyone on death row. You become friends with them and their families. I met some great guys. Everyone regrets what they did.

Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight. But then only movment could save him, and he moved and he moved and he moved, no movement being enough to make up for it. The guilt on him, the hand of God pressing down on him, saying, You were not there when your daughter needed you.

Remorse is memory awake.

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