Quotes About Guilt

I live in a puddle of guilt, an ocean of guilt that you want your own time.

There is no way I can go back and uncreate 8chan. If I could, I would, but there is no way to do that. So the main way I have dealt with the guilt is to go on the offensive.

The one time I shot a gun, the feelings I felt, I was guilty for feeling them. There is an exhilaration and a glamour, and I felt awful for feeling that.

And there isn't any way that one can get rid of the guilt of having a nice body by saying that one can serve society with it, because that would end up with oneself as what? There simply doesn't seem to be any moral place for flesh.

I don't have a lot of shame. That doesn't mean I can't feel bad about the way someone reacts to me or about something I read about myself online. But I don't have a lot of guilt, no. I've always been this way. I'm missing a chip.

I remember feeling a little guilty every time I opened a Chipotle. I felt guilty because I wasn't following my true passion. But that eventually went away. And I realized that this is my calling.

I had no sense of guilt. All during the course of the operation, I knew it was a job.

I know at times I've been very guilty of being too honest at times or too opinionated at times and it costs you a nickel or two.

Besides, nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.

They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance.

the sin we had done once, and with loathing, we would do many times, and with joy.

Oh! In what a wild hour of madness he had killed his friend! How ghastly the mere memory of the scene! He saw it all again. Each hideous detail came back to him with added horror. Out of the black cave of Time, terrible and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin.

Kendini suçlaman?n rahatlat?c? bir yan? vard?. Kendimizi suçlad???m?zda baÅŸka hiç kimsenin bizi suçlamaya hakk? olmaz. Rahip deÄŸil ancak itiraf?n kendisidir bizi ba???layan.

What would you say, Harry, if I told you that I had murdered Basil? said the younger man. He watched him intently after he had spoken.

There is a luxury in self-reproach.

O we are wearied of this sense of guilt, Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair, Wearied of every temple we have built, Wearied of every unanswered right, unanswered prayer, For man is weak; God sleeps: and heaven is high: One fiery-colored moment: one great love: and lo! we die.

for that there was no atonement; but though forgiveness was impossible, forgetfulness was possible still

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

Cuando nos confesamos de algo, pensamos que nadie más tiene derecho a culparnos. Es la confesión, no el sacerdote, lo que nos absuelve

O we are wearied of this sense of guilt, Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair, Wearied of every temple we have built, Wearied of every right, unanswered prayer, For man is weak; God sleeps: and heaven is high: One fiery-coloured moment: one great love; and lo! we die. Ah!

My vengeance is my guilt

Ceza kald?r?labilir; ama suç insan?n içinde sonsuza kadar yaÅŸar.

One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach, but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.

That's exactly why I never liked King Arthur's Guinevere. She screws up (pardon the pun), sleeps with her husband's best friend, causes the fall of a kingdom, then she doesn't have the guts to make at least one man happy, so she joins a friggin nunnery and esacpes from all of her problems, leaving everyone around her in a slavering mess. How incredibly spineless.