Quotes About Guilt

How dare you?' Bayar began, but his voice had lost some of its force. 'How dare you come into this sacred hall, flinging accusations?' 'I have not yet made any accusations,' Willo said. 'Perhaps it is our own guilt clamoring in your ears.

That's the thing about guilt," his father said. "It always seems like there's enough to go around. The only ones who don't take a share are the ones who are actually guilty.

How dare you?' Bayar began, but his voice had lost some of its force. 'How dare you come into this sacred hall, flinging accusations?' 'I have not yet made any accusations,' Willo said. 'Perhaps it is your own guilt clamoring in your ears.

Why did he deserve to live when everyone around him died?

Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act. A way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn't deserve to be hurt.

Jesus, would you look at him. Hair too long and too blond. Eyes too sexy and too blue. Body too buff, ego in danger of liftoff. Standing there in his tight fitted jeans, painted-on T-shirt, and snakeskin boots, he looked like God's guilty gift. Trouble was, he knew it.

Las personas depositan la idea del pecado en el sexo. Pero es muy inocente e infantil ese pecado. El infierno mismo es el del amor.

Remorse is nothing more than a foresight of the bodily pain to which some crime has exposed us.

American prosperity was ill-gotten and selective in its distribution. What is needed is an airing of family secrets, a settling with old ghosts. What is needed is a healing of the American psyche and the banishment of white guilt…. Reparations would mean a revolution of the American consciousness, a reconciling of our self-image as the great democratizer with the facts of our history.

The New England conscience, I have often said, does not stop you from doing what you shouldn't -- it just stops you from enjoying it.

But I did it! That's the thing—I did it! What will my father say when he hears I murdered a man? Lorna, I see what I did. I murdered myself, too! I've been running around in circles. Now I'm smashed!

There is no password for a clear conscience.

People even said I was a racist because I shot black bank robbers at the beginning of Dirty Harry. So, first I'm labeled right-wing. Then I'm a racist. Now it's macho or male chauvinism. It's a whole number nowadays to make people feel guilty on different levels. It doesn't bother me because I know where the fuck I am on the planet and I don't give a shit.

You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.

Accusing your own mother of adultery to save your skin is creativity of a kind so special it can almost be called a talent.

Mankind in the Christian era possesses one huge advantage over the ancients: a bad conscience. —EGON FRIEDELL,

A large part of being a parent is a constant near certainty that you are screwing it up, and it is comforting to be able to spread the blame around.

Monstrous tenderness gets tangled in guilt differently from intentional cruelty. More deeply. And for longer.

O gatinho, porque estava morto, tinha-me apanhado a matar. Que não tenha havido intenção, só piorava as coisas. A ternura monstruosa enreda-se na culpa de forma diferente da crueldade intencionada. Mais profunda. E mais longamente.

I wish that I could turn back time cause now the guilt is all mine can't live without the trust from those you love I know we can't forget the past you can't forget love & pride because of that, it's killing me inside - Mike Wyzgowski (interpreted)

He needs guilty men. So he has found men who are guilty. Though perhaps not guilty as charged.

When Gregory says, 'Are they guilty?' he means, 'Did they do it?' But when he says, 'Are they guilty?' he means, 'Did the court find them so?' The lawyer's world is entire unto itself, the human pared away.

My list of sins is so extensive that the recording angel has run out of tablets, and sits in the corner with his quill blunted, wailing and ripping out his curls.

When a man admits guilt we have to believe him. We cannot set ourselves to proving to him that he is wrong. Otherwise the law courts would never function.