Quotes About Guilt

I'm not sure the word "sorry" does anything justice. It's such a loose word isn't it? I mean how can one puny word encompass all the stuff you did - But also the, all the things you didn't do? It's the inactions that keep people up at night. The actions, they're done. They're done. It's the inactions that never go away. They just hang there. They ROT. How is sorry supposed to stretch across all that?

Guilt loves the passive.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

It's an absurd request. Our minds, unedited by guilt or shame, are selfish and unkind, and the majority of our thoughts, at any given time, are not for public consumption, because they would either be hurtful or else just make us look like the selfish and unkind bastards we are.

I may not beleive in God, but I believe in guilt and no one wants to dick around with eternity, even if it isn't there.

There are some things you can never say out loud, even to yourself, sins of the mind that you can only file away in the hopes of absolution at some later date.

The past cannot be changed by worry or guilt; therefore, both are useless. - Celeste Talbot

That was horrible. Horrible. That poor little guy." Pex was unrepentant. "Yeah, well, he asked for it. Calling us ... all those things." But---buried alive! That's like in that horror movie. Y'know -- the one with all the horror." I think I saw that one. With all the words going up on the screen at the end?" Yeah, that was it. Tell you the truth, those words kinda ruined it for me.

The guilty man may escape, but he cannot be sure of doing so.

Look, we know we screwed up when we were in the majority. We fell in love with power. We spent way too much money - especially on earmarks. There was too much corruption when we ran this place. We were guilty. And that's why we lost.

As ordeals and duels gave way to confession as a proof of guilt, judicial torture was actually increasing in France.

It was not so much the fear of punishment by which I was affected," he says, "as a sense of my great sinfulness in having so long neglected the unspeakable mercies of my God and Saviour; and such was the effect which this thought produced, that for months I was in a state of the deepest depression, from strong convictions of my guilt.

This was evidently the place Wilberforce had come to, a place of such guilt before God, of such misery at his own failings, that nothing short of being publicly pilloried would do. And so now he unburdened himself somewhat by declaring himself to his friends. One can only imagine what, in this overemotional state, he might have written to them, and one can only imagine what they would have thought upon reading his declaration.

Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty and I'll show you a man.

Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty and I'll show you a man.

Women are their own worst enemies. And guilt is the main weapon of self-torture . . . Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty and I'll show you a man.

How many people are ready to die for beauty, prepared to go through an infernal desert of starvation. Absence of beauty means ultimate loneliness. Absence of beauty means guilt and exile into a no-man's land. Life is an outcast's journey through a gloomy valley, when beauty has forsaken. ("Absence of beauty was like hell").

The invulnerable, matchless and exclusive live a life like dazzling fish in a scintillating seascape behind glass. Everybody may admire them, nobody can touch them and there is no fear or guilt in overexposing opulence and fortune.( "Keeping up with the Joneses")

now I know that my punishment from starclan is not that the other kits died but that this one survived" -yellowfang

Thank you for helping me," Lionblaze began, halting a pace or two in front of Breezepelt. His gaze and his tone were wary. "But why did you? You said I should never have been born. You wanted me dead." Breezepelt looked up at him, equally awkward. His eyes were guilty as he replied. "I should never have listened to the Dark Forest cats," he mewed stiffly. "You're a Clan cat, and my loyalty should be to the Clans.

Appledusk, help me!" The pale brown warrior shook his head. "Why should I? It's your fault that these kits are dead. I never want to see you again.

I wish I hadn't saved you!" he blurted out. "I wish I'd gone for my brother first. Then maybe he'd still be alive!

I have purred? Guilt ripped her belly. It's like I'm already forgetting him.

As things stand, our culture is far too critical of the individuals who eat junk foods and not critical enough about the corporations that profit from selling them. We spend a lot of time discussing unhealthy foods in terms of individual guilt and willpower and not enough looking at the morality of big food companies that have targeted some of the poorest consumers in the world with products that will make them sick, or the governments that allowed them to do so.