A Quote by Charlotte Bronte

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

Charlotte Bronte

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Dread Err Life Miss Poison Remorse Tempted

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Charlotte Bronte
British - Novelist
April 21, 1816 - March 31, 1855

Remorse.-- Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Remorse is the poison of life.

Charlotte Bronte

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?

Yukio Mishima

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

There is no remorse like the remorse of Chess

H. G. Wells

The difference between anger and deep remorse - remorse is much fatter. It's a deeper feeling altogether. Anger is too easy an escape for my money.

John Hurt

There is no remorse like a remorse of chess. It is a curse upon man. There is no happiness in chess.

H. G. Wells

It isn't the experience of today that drives men mad. It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday, and the dread of what tomorrow may disclose.

Robert Jones Burdette

There's a difference between remorse and repentance. Remorse is being sorry for being caught. Repentance is being sorry enough to stop.

Greg Laurie

Guilt doesn't help. What should fill in for it? Remorse. Remorse is when you feel bad about what you did. Guilt is when you feel bad about who you are.

David D. Burns

There are no second chances in life, except to feel remorse.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

When I contemplate the accumulation of guilt and remorse which, like a garbage-can, I carry through life, and which is fed not only by the lightest action but by the most harmless pleasure, I feel Man to be of all living things the most biologically incompetent and ill-organized. Why has he acquired a seventy years life-span only to poison it incurably by the mere being of himself? Why has he thrown Conscience, like a dead rat, to putrefy in the well?