Louise Penny Quotes

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

Things said or done long years ago Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

The voice says, maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do. The things you don't finish.

Do you absolutely despise me, Walter?" "No." He hesitated and his voice was strange. "I despise myself.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

I'm ashamed of what I did.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

There's so much guilt there attached to having a perfectly good life.

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days.

One lives with so many bad deeds on one's conscience and some good intentions in one's heart.

My dear sir, it haunted me for the rest of my life.

You can sell millions of records, be showered with all this love and admiration and still feel despised and unwanted. That's what I felt. I've made a lot of mistakes I'm not proud of.

I feel bad for everyone I've gone out with.

I hate the past - especially my own past.

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

There's definitely still a lot of hurt from losing my guys or the fact that I got out and I felt like it wasn't my time yet.

I'm afraid I don't think I really have a life on which something can be written.

I hope when I'm on my deathbed, people forgive me, because there is a lot to forgive.

I more than suspect that he is deeply conscious of being in the wrong, -- that he feels the blood of this Mexican war, like the blood of Abel, is crying to Heaven against him.... He is a bewildered, confounded, and miserably perplexed man.

Conscience: something that feels terrible when everything else feels well.

I feel terrible about it. Part of it is the horror of what happened and part of it is my guilt about being a part of it.

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

When I went through my life, I was like, 'I sit around and play video games all day. Nobody wants to hear about this.'