{"quotes":[{"text":"Cut anyone and everyone out of your life that makes you feel small, hurt, humiliated, stupid, worthless, etc. Do it swiftly and violently and without remorse.","author":"Genereux Philip","tags":["anyone","cut","everyone","feel","genereux","humiliated","hurt","inspirational","inspration","life","motivational","remorse","small","street","street-life","stupid","swiftly","violently","worthless"],"id":14982,"author_id":"Genereux+Philip"},{"text":"I did not want to be taken for a fool – the typical French reason for performing the worst of deeds without remorse.","author":"Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly","tags":["foolishness","french","remorse","respect"],"id":17513,"author_id":"Jules+Barbey+d%27Aurevilly"},{"text":"Any meaning of life derives from amiably accepting our anonymous role in the singular order of the universe. Such gracious reception of life’s turbulences stems from willingly capitulating to whatever fomented experiences life brings us without harboring a disconsolate degree of remorse or regret.","author":"Kilroy J. Oldster","tags":["acceptance","acceptance","adversity","adversity","hardship","hardship","hardships-in-life","hardships-perspective","meaningful-life","meaningful-life","painful-memories","regret","regret","regret","remorse"],"id":22102,"author_id":"Kilroy+J.+Oldster"},{"text":"With the first jolt he was in daylight; they had left the gateways of King’s Cross, and were under blue sky. Tunnels followed, and after each the sky grew bluer, and from the embankment at Finsbury Park he had his first sight of the sun. It rolled along behind the eastern smokes — a wheel, whose fellow was the descending moon — and as yet it seemed the servant of the blue sky, not its lord. He dozed again. Over Tewin Water it was day. To the left fell the shadow of the embankment and its arches; to the right Leonard saw up into the Tewin Woods and towards the church, with its wild legend of immortality. Six forest trees — that is a fact — grow out of one of the graves in Tewin churchyard. The grave’s occupant — that is the legend — is an atheist, who declared that if God existed, six forest trees would grow out of her grave. These things in Hertfordshire; and farther afield lay the house of a hermit — Mrs. Wilcox had known him — who barred himself up, and wrote prophecies, and gave all he had to the poor. While, powdered in between, were the villas of business men, who saw life more steadily, though with the steadiness of the half-closed eye. Over all the sun was streaming, to all the birds were singing, to all the primroses were yellow, and the speedwell blue, and the country, however they interpreted her, was uttering her cry of “now. ” She did not free Leonard yet, and the knife plunged deeper into his heart as the train drew up at Hilton. But remorse had become beautiful.","author":"E.M. Forster","tags":["atheism","blue","flowers","remorse","travel"],"id":24490,"author_id":"E.M.+Forster"},{"text":"An inexhaustible capacity to engage in sin is what makes human beings capable of living a virtuous life. To err is human; to seek penance is humankind’s unique act of salvation. Whenever a person fails, it is often their overwhelming sense of anguish that drives them forward to make a second attempt that is far more bighearted than they originally envisioned. The need for redemption drives us to try again despite our backside enduring the terrible weight of our greatest catastrophes. There is no person as magnanimous as a person whom finally encountered tremendous success after previously enduring a tear-filled trail of hardships and repeated setbacks. In an effort to redeem our lost dignity, in an effort to regain self-respect, we find our true selves. By working independently to better ourselves and struggling to fulfill our cherished values, we save ourselves while coincidentally uplifting all of humanity.","author":"Kilroy J. Oldster","tags":["adversity","authentic","authentic-self","error","failure","failure-and-success","failure","forgiveness","forgiveness","forgiving-yourself","hardship","penance","redemption","regret","regret","regrets","remorse","salvation","self-discovery","self-discovery","self-improvement","self-improvement","self-respect","self-respect","shame","shame","sin","true-selves","trying","virtue","virtue","virtuous","virtuous-life","virtuous-person"],"id":27257,"author_id":"Kilroy+J.+Oldster"},{"text":"Death abides by no one's rules...It takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream, drawing blood with every step.","author":"Cassandra Giovanni","tags":["beautifully-flawed-series","contemporary-romance","dreams","flawed-perfection","guilt","mourning","na-romance","new-adult","remorse","shattered-dreams"],"id":29355,"author_id":"Cassandra+Giovanni"},{"text":"He had not joined in on the laughter or even on the beating. Violence of any sort horrified him. Nevertheless, he stood by while Mike, their leader, drove a boot down on Joe’s hand. The hideous cracking sound of breaking bones came into his mind and a helpless shudder ran through him. Joe, whose high piercing scream against the autumn skies of indifference, replayed in his memory with shrill agony. Several times, he had shouted: “He’s had enough! Let up on him!” Which earned him looks of contempt from the others. They had left the kid there, screaming in that back alley. He remembered trying to drown those screams out of his mind.","author":"Jaime Allison Parker","tags":["hate-crimes","remorse","violence"],"id":31001,"author_id":"Jaime+Allison+Parker"},{"text":"I wander cowboy sidewalks of wood, wearing a too-small hat, filled with remorse for the many lives I failed to lead.","author":"George Saunders","tags":["apologetics","failure","pathetic-people","reflection-on-life","regret","remorse"],"id":39298,"author_id":"George+Saunders"},{"text":"It gave an appalling idea of the value of an hour, and I thought I could never waste one again without remorse and terror.","author":"Mark Twain","tags":["remorse","terror","time","time-passing","values"],"id":39594,"author_id":"Mark+Twain"},{"text":"She'd been conceived as a goddess of justice. But this wasn't just.It wasn't right.And her husband's wrongful death would not go unavenged.Kissing cold lips Bathymaas laid him on the ground and covered his body with her cloak.Artemis gasped and shrank away from her as she rose to her feet and turned towards Apollo and his mother.For this, there would be hell to pay.And hers would be the hand that gathered the payment.","author":"Sherrilyn Kenyon","tags":["anger","love","remorse","tragedy"],"id":47170,"author_id":"Sherrilyn+Kenyon"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":96,"pages":10,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}