Oscar Wilde Quotes

Alone, he must bear the weight of a sin he dare not confess to the one person he loves…and has lost.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.

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 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?

There is an important difference between the sorrow for sin that leads to repentance and the sorrow that leads to despair.

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

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

Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have.

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

They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering.

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

Guilt is the very nerve of sorrow.

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

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.

Repentance always brings a person to the point of saying, “I have sinned.” The surest sign that God is at work in his life is when he says that and means it. Anything less is simply sorrow for having made foolish mistakes-a reflex action caused by self-disgust.

Where sin was hatch'd, let tears now wash the nest, Where life was lost, recover life with cries.

When you are guilty, it is not your sins you hate but yourself.

Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

Slight sorrow for sin is sufficient, provided it at the same time produces amendment.

I have really sinned. I am going to pause now, and sit here on the mound repenting in deepest shame.