Quotes About Guilt

We mustn't say anything that might pull him away from God's plan for his life. Guilt has a way of tugging one off course.

One of the great benefits of organised religion is that you can be forgiven your sins, which must be a wonderful thing. . .I mean, I carry my sins around with me, there's nobody there to forgive them.

But the child shouldn't be blamed for the father's crime, she tried to reason with herself, then. But should the child therefore also enjoy the father's illicit gain?

But to censor it would be tantamount to a kind of doctoring. I would be just as guilty of a normative version of the past as the charans and their ilk. And not to write at all would mean that i, too, believes that truth was a good slogan but not to be confronted in the corridors of real life.

When guilty shame wears a mask of curiosity, men are turned inside out, becoming strangers to themselves.

If the man who plays the [...] has talent, he will prove to you by his acting that he is unconscious of any guilt.

One thing was absolutely certain—it was a given for Kazuo. Although he might not have particularlyrealized it, or more appropriately, perhaps because he was incapable of coming to such a realization, this was what it came down to: he, Kazuo Kiriyama, felt no emotion, no guilt, no sorrow, no pity, towards the four corpses, including Mitsuru's—and that ever since the day he was dropped into this world theway he was, he had never once felt a single emotion.

There's so much of her inside of me, yet we were so different, so very different. Sometimes the guilt I feel, because it took me so long to appreciate her, love her for what she was, & what she did for me almost consumes me.

Hello, guilt, how've you been?

When I did finally speak, I surprised myself by saying exactly what was on my mind. "You must hate me." She stared a long time at me. I did," she said slowly, "But it's mostly myself I hate." Don't," I said. And why the hell shouldn't I hate myself? Everybody else hates me.

As soon as man was capable of conceiving of the idea of sin, he had recourse to psychic concealment.

Nobody stopped believing that other people were more guilty than they were. Why do people have so much trouble seeing their own faults but such an easy time seeing everyone else's?

Work in a bookstore and learn that most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are.

It wasn't my fault that Candace followed me down to the water's edge and it wasn't my fault that I picked her up and held her down in the water and watched her pass on to the great beyond. She wanted to be there, or she wouldn't have gone down there with me. She knew she was killing me and she knew that I was not the type to go down without a fight.

Work in a bookstore and learn that most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are...if people could handle their self-loathing m customer service would be smoother

most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are.

This guy is, what, thirty-six and he's only now reading Franny and Zooey? And let's get real. He's not reading it. It's just a front for the Dan Browns in the bottom of his basket. Work in a bookstore and learn that most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are. I bag the Dan Brown first like it's kiddie porn and tell him Franny and Zooey is the shit and he nods

One woman's tub of cottage cheese is another's maxed-out MasterCard; one woman's soul-murdering love affair is another's frenzied eating binge. The methods may differ, but boil any of these behaviors down to their essential ingredients and you are likely find a particularly female blend of anxiety, guilt, shame, and sorrow, the psychic roux of profound—and often profoundly misunderstood—hungers.

Many Survivors blame themselves for the abuse and continue to feel responsible and guilty for anything bad that happens to them or to other people they know. Survivors often feel bad about themselves and different from other people. They therefore isolate themselves from other people and avoid making close friendships.

If we all allow ourselves to feel the unconscious, divine, kinky pleasure we've been suppressing, then we are left with just our intelligence to guide our decisions, and that's great. Your own intelligence and consciously chosen principles are a much better ethical compass than your reactive feelings of guilt.

The stares that had haunted and followed the terrifying killer everywhere he turned had been nothing but a boy's imitation of a mother's reproachful look. No, Herman would never guess what had driven him out of town. We hadn't accused him of a man's murder. We'd accused him of a seagull's.

After he had paused just a moment at the red lights, he drove on through them, even though feeling a slight sense of wrongdoing as he did so.

Yours was the hand that threw him. You meant for him to die." His chains chinked softly. "I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.