Quotes About Guilt

Whoever reflects on the origin of sin cannot engage himself in a merely theoretical dispute; rather he is engaged intimately, in ... the problem of sin's guilt.

Whoever reflects on the origin of sin cannot engage himself in a merely theoretical dispute; rather, he is engaged, intimately and personally, in the problem of sin's guilt.

Men are seldom as they appear. You look so very guilty that I am convinced of your innocence. Still, you will likely be condemned. Justice is in short supply this side of the mountains. There has been none for Elia, Aegon, or Rhaenys. Why should there be any for you?

I felt guilty, but lighter. I had turned my problem into someone else's.

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A.J. finds that he cannot make eye contact with either his daughter or Lambiase. It is twenty-nine degrees, but shame is keeping him warm.

Sadie felt as if she had been tricked into behaving amorally.

I'm bad. I married a bad man, too. And I know that bad people deserve what they get, but oh, how we hate to be alone.

Simon Glass was easy to hate. I never knew exactly why, there was just too much to pick from. I guess, really, we each hated him for a different reason, but we didn't realize it until the day we killed him.

Remorse went out of fashion around the same time that "Stop feeling guilty," and "You're too hard on yourself," and "You need to love yourself more" came into fashion.

Not all who betray feel guilt and remorse. They often proclaim the betrayed deserved the punishment for past actions. A rationalization intended to ensnare the ignorant and offer warrant. Remember. The betrayer was either attempting to gain something for themselves, or to inflict pain upon you; or both.

what the Course is teaching is that you can undo the ego that's in your mind, have the Holy Spirit heal all of your unconscious guilt, and be free. The fastest way to do that is to change the way you look at other people, events, and situations. It also teaches you how to do that.

And the looks on the faces of my countrymenpassive heads bent arms at their trousers everyone guilty of not being their best of not earning their daily bread the kind of docility I had never expected from Americans even after so many years of our decline. Here was the tiredness of failure imposed on a country that believed only in its opposite. Here was the end product of our deep moral exhaustion.

It's none of your nobility impelled me on my way. It's guilt and hate, and love and fear; these roused me forth each day. Nor had I any righteousness, no heaven-sent commission; A man's the sum of circumstance, of training, times, position.

That's what noir feels like to me. It feels like some kind of recurring dream, with very strong archetypes operating. You know, the guilty girl being pursued, falling, all kinds of stuff that we see in our dreams all the time.

what purpose it serves?" "To bear the guilt of the people and remind us of the ongoing need of having Yahweh in our minds.

Suffering Servant, and I quote, 'But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities… And they made his grave with the wicked… Yet, when his soul makes an offering for guilt, he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days; the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

Unconfessed or unatoned sin is the weapon that a spirit uses against its host and its enemies.

Guilt is a relative term, as are fairness, justice, and punishment.

Although Miss Peebles remained in charge of Princess Anne, she was aloof and seemed totally disinterested, and two years later she was found dead, alone in her room at Buckingham Palace. Charles was deeply distressed when she was discovered. Princess Anne said later that her only reaction was guilt because she didn't feel anything.

An announcement from a distant, guilty pulpit somewhere in his head told him this was God's punishment for unnatural acts. Another, quieter voice asked 'What's unnatural about loving someone?

Power of responsibility was nil at these times. There was fear afterwards, with a massive and suppressed remorse.

I looked at a photo of Martyn Duffey today and it shocked me seeing him so lifelike in that photo and dead, gone, destroyed by me, I can't stop thinking about it.

I am, always have been, a fool who rushes in, a blurter-out of awkward truths, a speaker-up at parties who, the morning after, filled with guilt, vows that never again, no matter what, but who, faced at the very next encounter with someone whose opinions strike me as unfair, rushes in again, blurting out, breaking all vows.