Guilt is regret for what we’ve done. Regret is guilt for what we didn’t do.

There are two kinds of guilt: the kind that drowns you until you’re useless, and the kind that fires your soul to purpose.

Falling in love is like the big bang theory. In the space of a moment your whole world changes forever.

Cosmologists have now confirmed it. There’s more to this world than meets the eye. The visible universe is but a parcel of the cosmos.

It is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace. The agonies of remorse poison the luxury there is otherwise sometimes found in indulging the excess of grief.

The weekend break had begun with the usual resentment and had continued with half-repressed ill humour. It was, of course, his fault. He had been more ready to hurt his wife's feelings and deprive his daughter than inconvenience a pub bar full of strangers. He wished there could be one memory of his dead child which wasn't tainted with guilt and regret.