Quotes About Guilt

The tragedies of our past are the stepping stones for us to reach the happy endings of our tomorrows. Guilt is not going to help you become a better person. Acceptance will.

Sometimes sharing your pain helps the hurt and the guilt more bearable. You need to feel that way. I need you to feel that way.

Sometimes sharing your pain helps the hurt and the guilt become more bearable. You need to feel that way. I need you to feel that way.

He had not escaped the guilt, nor forgotten it, but how pale it seemed in light of all he had suffered for love of his brother and his brother's wife in these past few years.

Only the guilty and the lovers really fear. The first because of what they are, the second for what they might lose.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.

I began to realize that when people experience the love of God, it casts out their fear and frees them from guilt.

I was nothing more to him than a prison sentence, trapping him inside my walls and persecuting him for a crime he was tricked into committing.

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt - the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it.

I have never read, heard or seen hatred and guilt win a fight. When we walk in the light of forgiveness and love we meet true victory.

De tot ce se intampla in lume sunt si eu vinovat. Pentru ca nu sunt un om intreg, nu sunt o unitate armonioasa, sunt un ins dezaxat, fara centru. Probabil ca mai sunt si altii, zeci de milioane, ca mine. Si cum pentru societatile moderne lumea inseamna tot mai putin Cosmos si tot mai multa Istorie, iti dai seama ce repercusiuni poate avea dezechilibrul acesta interior in afara de noi. Cum am putea fi creatori in Istorie noi, cateva zeci de milioane de dezechilibrati?

They say nothing is my fault, and I wish they wouldn't say that. How can a man be forgiven if nothing is his fault?

How should we know what they're guilty of or not? says Mariche. But we do know, says Ona. We do know that the conditions of Molotschna have been created by man, that these attacks have been made possible, even the conception of these acts, the planning of these attacks, the rationale for these attacks within the minds of the men, because of the circumstances of Molotschna. And those circumstances have been created and ordained by the men, by the elders and by Peters.

Nos sentiremos angustiadas y apenadas, y sentiremos incertidumbre, y tristeza, pero no culpabilidad, dice Agata. Mariche corrige: Puede que nos sintamos culpables, pero sabremos que no lo somos Podríamos tener sentimientos homicidas, pero sabremos que no somos asesinas. Podríamos sentir sed de venganza, pero sabremos que no somos mapaches. Podríamos sentirnos perdidas, pero sabremos que no somos unas perdidas.

We will feel anguish and we will feel sorrow and we will feel uncertainty and we will feel sadness, but not guilt, says Agata. Mariche amends: We may feel guilty but we will know we are not guilty.

I had an unusually deep need to be forgiven, even though I had done nothing wrong

Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.

Did you feel guilty cursing God--you, of all people?' No,' he said. 'Because even in doing so, I was recognizing there was a greater power than me.' He paused. And that is how I began to heal.

Sometimes you sit in a cell and don't deserve it, Mr. Harding. Sometime it's the other way around

What happened? she asked. During that war? He had never quite told her. It was all understood. Soldiers, in his day, did what they had to do and didn't speak of it once they came home. He thought about the men he'd killed. He thought about the guards. He thought about the blood on his hands. He wondered if he'd ever be forgiven. I lost myself, he said.

La confessione che chiama in causa l'ascoltatore è, come diciamo nel cricket, un demonio di palla da giocare. Se la rifiuti offendi chi si confessa, se l'accetti ammetti la tua colpa.

Too many times I'd left him reaching for me, from a babysitter's arms. Am I still a mother? I asked myself... What parts of the day could I cut out and still give him enough? Paul never asked himself that. He thought he was a great dad.

He had not loved his son enough. This knowledge lived like a malignancy on his heart.

There was a man who killed a buffalo bull to no purpose, only he wanted the blood on his hands.