Quotes About Guilt

Why do you cling to the guilt and deny the love? Why are love and peace more difficult to embrace than pain and discord?

Lord, I don't understand it, but when a person does something wrong, it never feels wrong until later. It's never as evil as you'd imagined.

When I can't sleep, every wrong I've ever committed slips in through the cracks in the doors and windows like the ghosts in Poltergeist.

The realest and scariest monsters are internal demons, the specters of regret and guilt and lack of fulfillment, awareness of the entropic end of love, or the first shivers occasioned by the realization of our own ageing, and the eventual inevitability of death.

His guilt swelled up, churning like a paddle wheel in his stomach. He wanted desperately to flee. How do you escape something that comes from inside? The revenant, he knew, searched for him.

Unlike the others, Bridger understood instantly. In his mind he had seen this vision before. His guilt swelled up, churning like a paddle wheel in his stomach. He wanted desperately to flee. How do you escape something that comes from inside? The revenant, he knew, searched for him.

I'm not the police. There are no cameras, or recorders, no notebook, no witnesses. I'm not a priest. I can't take your confession. I don't care if your guilty. I don't care if you feel guilty. I only want the truth.

Your Christ, the Church's Christ, is a god made in the image of effete men who've never had a good fuck in their lives, or if they have, who've thrashed themselves with whips to relieve their guilt. They hate their own cocks so much they'd light votive candles to make them fall off, if it would do the trick.

The only shot he ever fired in anger… was at himself.

How come someone always saves the people who try to kill themselves and then makes them tell everyone how sorry they are for ruining their evenings?

like she'd murdered her best friend or slept with her dad's new wife.

This was the peculiar and haunting consensus—not that Trump was guilty of all that he was accused of, but that he was guilty of so much else.

Trump believed he would never be proven guilty; therefore, he was innocent. And he carried the total confidence and even serenity of the innocent—or at least of someone who knows how difficult it is to establish the guilt of a person capable of admitting nothing, of never wavering.

This was the peculiar and haunting consensus—not that Trump was guilty of all that he was accused of, but that he was guilty of so much else. It was all too possible that the hardly plausible would lead to the totally credible.

But the guilty person is only one of the targets of punishment. For punishment is directed above all at others, at all the potentially guilty.

seguramente el amor, igual que la piedad según Nietzsche, nunca había sido otra cosa que una ficción inventada por los débiles para culpabilizar a los fuertes, para imponer límites a su libertad y su ferocidad naturales.

Por eso merezco la muerte, e incluso castigos muchos más severos: acabaré mi vida desdichado, gruñón y solo, y lo habré merecido. ¿Cómo un hombre, después de haberla conocido, podía alejarse de Kate? Es incomprensible.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

Why did something so wrong have to feel so right

We believe the explanation we hear last. It's one of the ways in which narrative influences our perception of truth. We crave finality, and end to interpretation, not seeing that this too, the tying up of all loose ends in the last chapter, is only a storytelling ruse. The device runs contrary to experience, wouldn't you say? Time never simplifies - it unravels and complicates. Guilty parties show up everywhere. The plot does nothing but thicken.

Guilt is a gorgeous girl but nobody wants her.

You can't fool the Angry Ones, Telamon. You can't fool your Ancestors, either. Your father knows what you did. - Hylas

Any reasoning that leaves somebody alone to wallow in their own guilt went against the gospel of reconciliation.

How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him.