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Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

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Remorse is the pain of sin

Remorse is the pain of sin

by Theodore Parker Found in: Remorse Quotes,
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Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in
adversity.
[Fr., Le remords s'endort durant read more

Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in
adversity.
[Fr., Le remords s'endort durant un destin prospere et s'aigrit
dans l'adversite.]

by Jean-jacques Rousseau Found in: Remorse Quotes,
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Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell

by George Moore Found in: Remorse Quotes,
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Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
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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.

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Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

by William Cullen Bryant Found in: Remorse Quotes,
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High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
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High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, means villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!

by Sir Walter Scott Found in: Remorse Quotes,
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Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport,
And thoughtless Folly keeps her court,--
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Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport,
And thoughtless Folly keeps her court,--
Crouching 'midst rosy bowers thou lurk'st unseen
Slumbering the festal hours away,
While Youth disports in that enchanting scene;
Till on some fated day
Thou with a tiger-spring dost leap upon thy prey,
And tear his helpless breast, o'erwhelmed with wild dismay.

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To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

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